The Boxer (2/3) By Chris Dawber

(1/3), (2/3), (3/3).

Round 5 Both men tactically sound, Neither gaining any ground, Daniels hits out with a roar, Vandons gumshield hit's the floor, He spits out teeth and salty blood, Determined now, lets forth a flood, Of cracking blows to Daniels chin, That makes him reel, his senses spin, Both men clinch, and hold, and shove, Sweat drips from body, face, and glove, They hardly stand but know they must, The stakes too high to 'bite the dust, T.V. cameras, recording live, The closing scenes of Battle Five, They're one third through and neither man, Has managed to gain the upper hand. Round 6 Vandons running out of time, No longer young, beyond his prime, With stiffened limbs and aching joints, He tries to gain those needed points, Like robots standing toe to toe, Swapping blow for stinging blow, Two brave men who stand the test, By giving us their very best, With arms held high,and legs slightly bent, Daniel still looks confident, Forward, back, from side to side, For neither man an easy ride, To stand or fall, what will it be, Both men need the victory, Defeat's a word they'd both reject, As each round gains them more respect. Round 7 They both come out, refreshed, rubbed down, Determined to win, or retain, the crown, They're both aware it'll be no cinch, But neither prepared to give an inch, Attempting to gain the maximum ground, Trained to fight for every round, Their fists a blur as muscles tense, To take new onslaughts in defence, Daniels brow has opened wide, The target must be Vandons guide, If it opens up, they'll stop the fight, Then, it will be Vandons night, Daniel feints and pulls apart, He may lose blood but never heart, He's noticed Vandons tiring fast, He's looking beat, he'll never last. Round 8 Bruised and battered, broken nose, Looking bad but still on toes, Two lefts to body, a right to chin, Vandon manages sickly grin, This onslaught brings a swift reply, With fists too fast for human eye, Left hook, right cross, left hook again, The eyes can't hide the searing pain, As heads crack hard, they move apart, They shuffle to their beating hearts, The crowd, with unfeeling, hysterical delight, Scream, "Kill him" or "More" or "Stop the fight", The contenders cannot hear the noise, For they can only hear one voice, A nagging sound, deep in their soul, That promise each his chosen goal. Round 9 They both fly out they cannot wait, To continue the gruelling, fisted debate, Eyes set hard, their nostrils flare, As deathly quiet hits the air, The audience sees the challenge met, Neither man is beaten yet, Daniel tries to wear Jim down, But Vandon clings, like death to crown, He throws a right with all his strength,, Reaching arms, extended length, Chin and knuckle meet as one, A fusion, like atomic bomb, Canvas caresses Daniels weight, The ref starts counting, reaches eight, The bell rings loud, delays the chance, Of seeing Vandons victory dance.

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