MY BOXING STORY

(Ush I said releasing my energy into my punch all I could think of was my punches one-two. One two one one one two two one. Whack punch hook up cut ill win.) “Ok,” Ni’zell said tapping my shoulder. “I should be able to come to boxing tonight”. Ok. I said. Just be sure your coming because tonight is my fight. Im up against… El loco diablo. (For those of you who don’t know Spanish that means the crazy devil.) “Oh no, you mean Antouan.?” Yes. I said. Yes, I do. And I guaranty im probably gonna get me but kicked. But I can at least try. “True”. Said Ni’zell. “But ill be there the whole time so… you won’t really need luck”. *SUCKS TEETH*. Man, your crazy Ni’zell. I’ll see you at the tournament. “Yeah”. Ni’zell said. “Don’t forget we need to work out.” (THREE HOURS UNTILL TOURNAMENT). Ok, think. I said pacing back and forth. I have to figure out what his Achilles heel is otherwise im done for. Crap...Crap...Cra...Tha...Dang, it never mined I have no more time. Right now I got to get ready. Ill

work out ahead of time so that way I can get twice the amount of exercise. You know what boxing is about more harder than it sounds. And to think it is just a sparring match. I mean come on. (Ok ok I know it sounds like im complaining. But can you blame me? What would you do if you had to work out every day huh.) (Oh I almost Reader its been me, Isaiah, talking so far that’s all.) Hmm, I wonder. Oh never mind because we face the biggest problem of all...BUM...BUM...BUM...My spagetighi arms. So I guess I should work them out. That makes sense right. All I have to do is pull my head above the bar. Easy then I just walk across the room and cross it off my list. It is all about time and I only have three hours so I have to race against time to finish. (TWO MINUTES LATER). Ok done now what. This is gonna take longer than I thought. Now its time to run at least to pass the time. Whoa, when you look that’s a distance. And im running behind. Now the only question left is will or won’t I be killed