Author : Stin
Just donâ€™t get knocked out.
Just keep on your feet.
You can do this, you need to do this. You need this win.
Heâ€™s too fast. I can barely touch him. Itâ€™s not fair, they shouldnâ€™t be allowed to fight like this, they have too many advantages, howâ€™s a guy like me supposed to keep up with a machine like that?
Itâ€™s not fair. Heâ€™s bigger than me, thereâ€™s more too him, but he moves around like he barely weighs a pound. I donâ€™t even see his fists move sometimes. I just feel the gloves and then
Too fast…way too fast, and what a wallop. What did they used to say? â€œHe hits like a Mac truckâ€. This guy hits like a space freighter coming out of a jump. Damn Roboxing officials. Theyâ€™re supposed to screen for this type of thing, weâ€™re not supposed to be getting
Killed out here. There goes my eye. Iâ€™m half blind. The ref has to stop the fight now, or my corner? Someone stop it, look at my EYE for crying out loud.
Never mind the eye. Just keep moving. Just wait until the bell. Just donâ€™t get knocked down. Stop letting him hit you, put your guard up!
I can barely lift my gloves, my arms feel so heavy, my head droops, and everything feels like it weighs tons. How am I supposed to be able to fight like this?
You need the money. You know you need the money. Money is essential. Money buys things you need and then maybe once you have the things you need and you get out of debt you can get back to training, and then if you train enough you can beat monsters like the hulk in the corner.
Itâ€™s not like you need to win, we both know you arenâ€™t going to win, just
Donâ€™t get knocked out, that was the bet, donâ€™t get knocked outâ€¦
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
I feel my jaw unhinge, I feel my legs give out; my arms are like wet towels, before I know it Iâ€™m on the mat.
And then I hear it: â€œBOXOTRON 77681 is down! Winner by Technical Knockout: Joe â€˜The Circuit Breakerâ€™ Granger!â€
I can hear the human laughing in his corner, the crowd goes wild, Iâ€™m going to be in the shop forever after this. More debt. My other eye shuts down and I hear my corner say: â€œPut him on the slab. Damn 77k series arenâ€™t worth the metal theyâ€™re made of.â€
I wish I could disagree.