In The Ring Narrative

Decent Essays
Jacobi Mauer
Mrs. Booms-ryan
CE Composition
15 December, 2015

In the Ring Hard work and determination is what drove me from the start. You can never be too good right? There is always room to improve and that doesn’t just go for sports. Boxing is my passion, just being in the ring with the roaring cheers and bad intentions makes it interesting. The nerves that build up before the fight, when you’re in your corner are exhilarating! Both fighters in each corner wanting nothing, but complete domination. Each boxer has their own story on how they built their skills and came to be who they are. The journey of accomplishing their goals is always the best story. Mine is the journey I had of becoming a Golden Gloves champion. All my life I’ve
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My coach takes a towel and rings it out on my head. Nothing felt better than the cold flowing streams of water rolling down my face. Even after the first period I was winded and still trying to regain my breath. The bell rings and the war begins. He comes out swinging with bad intentions in his eyes. He lands some great blistering hits on my body that took the wind out of me. This shocked me, due to the power of the hits. I started to run a little, but in a boxing type way. After boxing and running from my opponent a little the bell rang and second period was over. Back in my corner, but this time my coach is getting on my ass. He says “It’s 1-1 right now bud, and this is your shot! You need this round son. You may feel tired right now, but your body is lying. All you have to do is fight as hard as you can for 2 minutes and then you can rest. Give me your heart for these 2 minutes and you won’t regret it”. This wrose some fire throughout my body and eyes. The bell rang and I came out like a new person. He wasn’t going to let me win it easy that’s for sure. My opponent came out with the same fire as the second period. We both wanted this and we showed our desire throughout the fight. We exchange blows as the third period is slowly ticking away. I hear my coach scream “This is it kid, you got to start going for the rest of the period, it’s your time”. This ignited my fire even more. I came in swinging using every little last …show more content…
A little too much excitement I almost fainted, due to the lack of everything in my body. My knees were quivering and arms were shaking. I used everything my body could handle in that fight. I've always been taught good sportsmanship, so after the match I hugged my opponent. Both of us dripping with blood and sweat. Our fight I'll always remember, it was a war. My first fight taught me a lot about the sport. All the training on the bag and pads and other equipment is nothing like the real thing. All those drills will help, but you can never underestimate anyone once you’re in the ring. My coach helped me through a lot through the year after this fight. He didn’t just teach me to be a good boxer in the ring, he also showed me how to be a good person outside the ring. He was a super rough old man with nasty language and blue eyes as bright as the sky. Despite his rough edge and meanness, he has one of the biggest hearts and that’s what makes him so great. He showed me if I stick to my goals and dreams with hard work it pays off in the

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