It was one morning I woke up getting ready for my first ever fight. I was versing a bloke named John. I was very nervous because he has a lot more experience than me.
I was in the car with my trainer and he was tell me everything I should be doing today in the ring. my trainer knew I was nervous and he tried to calm me down
We got to the stadium and I saw John the opponent. I then started to warm up with my trainer. it was getting closer and closer to the fight but I knew I was ready.
It was time to fight, the ref called us to the ring to begin the fight. we touched gloves and it begun
It was only a few minutes into the fight and I could already feel my arms burning and the whole fight I've been protecting myself. I think I've done a good job so far but have gotten a few cuts and bruises. and now its time to attack.
The first half was over and I was exhausted, my coach was telling me what I have to do better but I didn't understand, I thought I was doing everything that he was asking for. I already knew that my opponent had a higher score then me for the first round. but I was NOT ready to give up.