MY FIRST BOXING KNOCKOUT OF MY LIFE
BOOM! Let’s go back to the beginning of my whole entire boxing career. So when I was about 2 years of age my ma asked me if I wanted to do boxing, of course being the person that I am I said yes mainly because I was already a sport kid back then. After my ma was done talking about me doing boxing she asked a man named mose-o if he could teach me. He said no at first.
Now a year later my ma called mose-o if he could teach me because I was getting bullied. Mose-o said alright just bring 20 dollars and sign the waiver. If you are wondering how I know that my ma was calling Mose-o was because I was sitting on the stairs just watching like a vulture just waiting to find the perfect time to attack, she called me “Riley.” As soon as I heard that I got up and just ran down the rest of the stairs. My ma said get your things together …show more content…
Mose-o took me over to the ring doing the normal thing all boxing coaches do, moral support. While I was stepping into the ring I put a wrap on and my coach puts the gloves on for me. DING DING the bell rang, it seemed like there was a cow bell ringing into my ear every second. He throws the first punch straight into my chin, my first punch is clean in the liver because I know for sure that nobody can take too many shots to the liver. Another after another.
Wham! I hit him with a very clean right hook. He’s hurt I can tell by how wonky his stance his. I kept changing my stance so he did not know what I was going to do next. I had a vision in my head on how my stance is and how I needed to punch, slip, slip, underdog, side, side, right hook………..Wham! there goes down the big guy, everybody was cheering for me excited me ma was on how she congratulated me on my job. While me ma was taking me back to the house she said “, at least you did not die.”…...so I guess it is true on what they say, the bigger they are the harder they
BOOM! Let’s go back to the beginning of my whole entire boxing career. So when I was about 2 years of age my ma asked me if I wanted to do boxing, of course being the person that I am I said yes mainly because I was already a sport kid back then. After my ma was done talking about me doing boxing she asked a man named mose-o if he could teach me. He said no at first.
Now a year later my ma called mose-o if he could teach me because I was getting bullied. Mose-o said alright just bring 20 dollars and sign the waiver. If you are wondering how I know that my ma was calling Mose-o was because I was sitting on the stairs just watching like a vulture just waiting to find the perfect time to attack, she called me “Riley.” As soon as I heard that I got up and just ran down the rest of the stairs. My ma said get your things together …show more content…
Mose-o took me over to the ring doing the normal thing all boxing coaches do, moral support. While I was stepping into the ring I put a wrap on and my coach puts the gloves on for me. DING DING the bell rang, it seemed like there was a cow bell ringing into my ear every second. He throws the first punch straight into my chin, my first punch is clean in the liver because I know for sure that nobody can take too many shots to the liver. Another after another.
Wham! I hit him with a very clean right hook. He’s hurt I can tell by how wonky his stance his. I kept changing my stance so he did not know what I was going to do next. I had a vision in my head on how my stance is and how I needed to punch, slip, slip, underdog, side, side, right hook………..Wham! there goes down the big guy, everybody was cheering for me excited me ma was on how she congratulated me on my job. While me ma was taking me back to the house she said “, at least you did not die.”…...so I guess it is true on what they say, the bigger they are the harder they