His face is sweaty, legs weak, gloves are heavy there’s blood on his shorts already, feels unsteady he’s hurting, but on the surface he looks strong and ready to throw bombs, but his shots keep missing the title is there for the taking he could be king, as he moves up, a new contender choke now and its gone forever as the rounds go on, a fire rages deep inside of him he won't quit, until he's Undisputed Champion