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

to where the giant head gear with the padded nose. Brian did so he had an advantage already… not to mention that he had the size and strength advantage to. The only advantage I had was training and self-discipline and self-motivation.
We were up. I felt my chest start to tighten as the music started. The Announcer yelled, “ From DeMotte, Indiana... Ashton Ray.” I started down the aisle. Everyone was watching me as I stepped into the ring and went to my corner. Jimmy, out coach, told us to just make each other look good the first two rounds the last round is the real match and we could be competitive if we wanted it to, we did. The Announcer yelled, “And from DeMotte, Indiana… Brian Hinson.” He casually walked into the ring hardly even noticing the audience.
His headgear looked at me like saying I could not punch through it. His gloves looked at me like they were going to be the end of me. The bell rung and I raised my hands to the sides of my head.
I walked out to the middle of the ring and touched gloves, it was a sign of a fair fight and respect for one-another. He sent the first punch aimed for the right side of my head. Instinct told me to swat it away but training told me to slip it and lean back. I leaned back and It scraped the tip of my nose. I came back at him with a crisp right hook that connected with his left temple, he stumbled a little bit. He jabbed me twice and then crossed me. I hit him with a cross and a left hook. while at the same time he hit me with a swift uppercut to the gut. I stepped backwards and went to hit him with another cross but the bell rung and the round was over.
I went to my corner and sat on my stool. The person in my corner took my mouth piece out of my mouth and gave me a drink of water. he told me to aim more at his body. The bell rung. I stood up and touched gloves again. Not even a second after we touched gloves i felt the snap of his left hook on my head. I looked at his eyes, they were glaring at me with a cold you're-dead stare. He then punched me in the face with a jab, and punched me with a cross to the chin, and punched me with an uppercut to the jaw. The three hit combo almost sent me flailing to the ground. I have little time to recover and caught a left hook to my nose, and blood started to flow down the side of my mouth. I stood and hit him with a swift uppercut that only hit the bottom of his nose and the bell rung.
i went to my corner and my corner guy told me that he was tired.

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

opponent.
He wasn’t prepared, my opponent, he didn’t put in the effort I did. I keep telling myself that. because I feel that I hurt him too bad. But I really don’t know. Everyone told me I was going to get fight of the night. that was going to be the outcome but Bobbi knocked out Ragen. but we did get runner up so I can settle for that.