The Next Champ

The fighter was covered in pouring sweat. The heat of the arena had got to downright blazing hell. The swings of the fighter met their mark and took the opponent down.

Standing in the corner, the screaming trainer howled in his raspy voice, "You got 'em kid, kill 'em, you gonna murder 'em!"

The kid was tough, covered in sweat, his face cut from the sharp gloves with blood drizzling. He swung, opponent's face shattered and down the guy went. The referee couldn't count fast enough, the fight was over and he was the next champ.

This was his dream.