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Last Updated: 08/10/2008 18:09:15
This is a tale that's hard to tell,
Of a man who won and one who fell,
Fifteen rounds of blood and sweat,
They'll always talk of when they met,
Introducing Jim Vandon,
He's defending champion,
Never known to lose a fight,
Maybe, this won't be his night
In the other corner, looking keen,
Tight, muscled skin a healthy sheen,
He thinks, today will be his day,
The Championship not far away,
His name's Bri Daniel, remember it,
He feels impatient, fighting fit,
Let there be silence, let light be low,
Any second now, the bell will go.
Round 1
They come out quickly, don't hesitate,
For there's no fear to make them wait,
Jabbing, feinting to the right,
It looks like being a good, hard fight,
They're cautious,
They take no chance of being caught,
By sucker punch,, they've both been taught,
Three straight lefts hit Vandon's chin,
He'd better remember who's champion,
He answers back with swift reply,
A cutting right to Daniel's eye,
They're pulling close, they're in a clinch,
Both men punch, but neither clinch,
They're bodies tuned to take the hell,
A short respite, for there's the bell.
Round 2
Daniel's eye is looking good,
Not a sign of cut, or blood,
Neither man looks worse for wear,
But each man looks for sign of tear,
They circle, swerve, and slip the blow,
The audience feels the tension grow,
Vandon feints to Daniel's head,
But hits him under heart instead,
On the ropes, it's Daniel's turn,
Two lefts, a right, from fists that burn,
With muscles taut, he follows up,
With fearsome, deadly, upper cut.
Vandon down! He's got till ten,
To get back on his feet again,
This time lucky, all is well,
Thank God, the end of Round Two, bell,
Round 3
Vandon's 'seconds' do their stuff,
Let's hope their work is good enough,
Both men quickly coming out,
Eager to continue bout,
Daniel wants to get it done,
Can't wait to be the champion,
Experience is Vandons ace,
He shifts the gear to slacker pace,
He makes Bri Daniel give his best,
And takes advantage of the rest,
If Vandon is to stick his ground,
He has to force a slower round,
But Daniels wants to win the Crown,
He wants to see his man go down,
He sets himself ferociously,
Too late, the finish of Round Three,
Round 4
They're hitting hard, straight from the bell,
Who will win? It's hard to tell,
Vandons recovered, he's looking great,
Both consumed with driving hate,
They hit at body, face and air,
They often find no target there,
They want to hit, to hurt, to kill,
To over-ride the others will,
A driving right to Daniels head,
Accumulative punches land like lead,
Vandon thinks, "It's in the can",
But underestimates his man,
Retaliating, hitting hard,
Like cross-bow bolt through Vandons guard,
Surely they can't give much more,
No one heard the bell for Four.
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