Fight week

The nerves are here the stress is on the only thing thats a positive feeling is the excitement. The prospect of winning, getting my hand raised at the end of the night. Theres something magic about walking into the cage, feeling the canvas, and the bounce of the ply wood underneath my feet. It is a chaotic moment in anyones life, but out of chaos comes order a strange calm takes over. There's no reason to be afraid anymore theres no going back, he's only a man, and he has nothing thats going to stop me. Confidence is the biggest thing now no fear, no doubt, but your still nervous. You see your opponent across the cage staring you down like a bear looking at its meal. So many emotions going through me I don't know wether to smile or throw up, I decide to smile and stare back at him. The cage door closes you can hear the clank of metal, all of a sudden its just you him and a referee. My stomach feels light like its full of air, but there actually butterflies. The referee says are you ready? FIGHT! The bell dings, and any fear or nerves fade away.

 Only the weak minded are affected by a stare down, anyone can stare tough its backing it up thats what counts. Confidence, even false confidence, is needed to fight. I watch Muhammad Ali, Mike Tyson, all of the greats I watch them talk trash, and somehow in a weird way it builds my confidence. I put everything physically and mentally that I could into this, whats the worst thing he could do to me? The worst thing is he embarrasses me, but since I'm in there I wont let that happen. I fight on sat wish me luck(i hope my parents don't read this blog before then) but you will all find out how I do very soon.