descriptive essay

      As I entered the ring, the smell of sweat reminded me of a high school locker room.  The smell was almost un-bearable.  Again, I could see the smears of blood on the mat.  The blood was kind of maroon looking.  The adrenaline was pouring through my veins making it feel as if my veins were going to explode at any second.  The crowd was erupting, every person was on their feet.  This was the main event.  The applause, the screaming, clapping, and stomping was giving me a headache.  It was like a riot broke out inside the arena, it was pandemonium!  I have never seen anything like it before.  The lights go out, the crowd goes completely silent.  So silent you could hear a pin drop.  The music My opponent has chosen is an old L.L. cool J song called "mama said knock you out"  Once again the crown goes crazy.  I am not one who gets intimidated so the song just fuels the flow of adrenaline.
    As he enters the ring, I can't even look him in the eyes.  I know that my job is to devour him. To do whatever it takes to defeat him.  I am like a caged animal, pacing.  AS the ref brings us to the center of the ring for instructions, I tower over the boy.  I am at least 8 in. taller than him.  I can see him starting to get nervous.  When we finally meet eyes I can see the fear building up in his tiny body.  We touch gloves and return to our corners.
     The ref asks if I'm ready and I nod, next him.  He nods and the ref gives us the signal to fight. I'm like a cougar taking the center of the ring.  My opponent slowly approaches.  I lunge forward connecting a left then a right.  I feel like the fight has already ended.  My nerves are calm and I hands are steady.  Just then he swings wildly. Left, right, left, missing all three.  I smile and take a step back, constantly raising my left leg a little, wanting him to be weary of a kick.  He steps forward and I explode a right kick on his temple. It lands with precision.  His legs buckle and I run in for the kill. as he is going down it put a left knee to his chin and he is out.  Completely out.  My happiness turns to concern when he doesn't move and people are rushing the ring to help him.I feel every emotion all at once.  Can't even contain myself.  He gets taken out of the ring on a stretcher straight to the hospital.  when the ref brings me to center of the ring I cannot believe what he is telling me, I have been disqualified for throwing a knee to a downed opponent.