Personal Narrative: Demotte Boxing Club Training

I trained for weeks, it was all leading up to that night. It was September twelfth, the night of the DeMotte Boxing Club’s Fighting Fundraiser. I was fighting my friend, Brian Hinson, We trained together for the fight. The nervousness started to eat at me by the second fight. We were the eighth. I knew he felt it to. We sat and watched a few fights. I knew that he only trained at the gym. I trained every day at home as well as the gym. The other boxers were good. I had no chance against most of them. I pondered about how my fight was going to go. I had never fought in a fight with an audience. I have sparred at the gym, but people rarely pay attention to the sparrers. There was two fights ahead of us when we went to go gear up. I had my mouth peice so I didn't have

I gave a quick glance over at my opponent. He was huffing and puffing. I knew that I had the match I just had to gain the strength to finish the last match. The bell rung, I stood up and touched gloves. I sent a left hook with as much strength as I could put into it. I hit him with a cross to the chin, then two jabs to his nose, and a right hook to his left temple. He sent a left hook that I saw a mile away and leaned back and hit him in the jaw with an uppercut. I then hit him with a hook-cross-uppercut combo. He hit me with two hooks one hit me in the right side and the other in the left. I felt my insides die, but i had to push through it. I stood back up and hit him with a left hook, and ducked under a cross. I stood back up with a right uppercut and he started to fall backwards. The ref. looked at me, and I backed up and he asked if my opponent was ok. We kept going. I leaned right to slip from a jab then right from a cross only to send a cross of my own to my opponent head. He ducked and I threw a left hook and connected with his jaw then hit him with a cross only for the ref. to call the match so I wouldn’t knock out my