One Punch

It was a lucky shot, but it hits hard. I'm down on the mat before I know it, blood dripping down my face, head still reeling.

He's fast, I'll give him that. Speed's not everything - he's got no control. I can already hear the little s#!% crowing behind me. He thinks he's won it in that punch.

I hear the ref beginning his count.

Get up, I tell myself.

Ref's at three.

Get up.

I bet the kid's strutting too.

Ref's at five.

You're not letting some f#@& kid beat you, are you.

I start pulling myself to my feet, the ref's at seven now.

I can't let him finish.