[ WP ] You are a fanboy of a famous , highly experienced boxer with an undefeated streak who has inspired you to take up boxing yourself . After years of training and dedication , you find yourself pitted against him in the final match of the tournament .

This was it, all those years of training had led me to this day. The day I beat the champ, Battlin ’ Bob Mcready. The rest of the chumps in this tournament were nothing, they should have stayed at home for all the chances they had. I didn ’ t train my whole life to lose to them, I had to fight the champ, it was destiny. 
 
 He was smaller than I remembered but I ’ d grown a lot since the first time I saw him fight. My life changed that day and I vowed to become the best fighter anyone had seen. 
 
 The crowd was going wild, whipped into a frenzy at the thought of this upstart facing down the champ, the air was electric. He turned to face me, his eyes were tired but I could still see the fight in them. 
 
 “ Billy? ” He asked. 
 
 Close enough, it ’ s not like he ’ d remember after all that time, but after today he ’ d never forget me. I ’ d see to that. 
 
 I stayed silent, I was going for the stoic fighter thing. A group of women in the front row were losing their minds, it was working. 
 
 “ Billy, is that you? ” He asked again. 
 
 I stared him down trying my best to intimidate the undefeated man across form me. The bell rang, we touched gloves and I unleashed hell. The champ was an excellent counter puncher, but my plan was to not give him that chance. I was throwing punches so fast the champ could only back away, he hadn ’ t been expecting a flurry this soon. I could tell I was doing some damage but the champ was a pro, he used a dirty move to throw me off by rolling over my foot. 
 
 I stumbled back, but I brought my fists up to block his counter attack. It never came though. He must have been rattled. 
 
 “ Billy? What ’ s going on? ” He pleaded. 
 
 Shit, I must have hit him too hard. It didn ’ t matter though, I had to win, the champ had to go down. I went back in swinging and knocked him right out of his wheelchair with a right hook. 
 
 He was down but not out, he ’ d get back up. There was no way I ’ d beat the champ in round one, no way. The referee tried to haul me back to my corner but I had to watch the champ get back up. A few more referees came to help, they were all dressed in white for some reason. I had no choice, I started swinging and put them on the ground. I ’ d probably lose my boxing license again but it was worth it to beat the champ. 
 
 After I was done with the ref ’ s I turned back to the champ. He was back in his chair. 
 
 I charged again and let him have it, I almost held back when I saw the look of terror in his face. He knew he was going to lose. 
 
 The crowd couldn ’ t take it anymore and started leaving the arena in droves taking their IV bags and oxygen tanks with them. 
 
 The champ was down, I ’ d knocked him out in the first round! I was the new champ. 
 
 It was an upset, cops rushed the ring to take me out. I knew boxing was fixed but this was ridiculous. 
 
 “ Hands up! ” One of the cops shouted aiming his taser at me. 
 
 That made sense, they weren ’ t here to arrest me for winning, they were here to declare me the winner. I put my gloves in the air in victory, the cops were shouting, cheering my victory. 
 
 One of them was kneeling over the champ making sure he was ok. “ He ’ s dead. ” The cop said. 
 
 Shit, I didn ’ t mean to kill him, I guess I was just that good at boxing. 
 
 “ Get on the ground! ” The cop yelled. 
 
 Like hell, I was the winner. Then I learned a valuable lesson, you can ’ t beat up a taser. I crumpled to the ground in a daze, it wasn ’ t the best victory, but it still counted in my book. 
 
 “ This is Officer Harmon, we got the guy at Shady Acres Rest Home, send an ambulance. ” I heard the cop say into his radio. 
 
 Weird name for a boxing venue. 
 
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 Kind of loose interpretation I took on that one. Here's more: /r/DirtandPoncho
