“Ding, ding, ding” the gong rang as the challenger fell to his knees, head limped forwards, looking lifeless in front of the champion. He returned to his corner to leave when his second out of nowhere, came in and slapped him hard on the cheek as the sound resonated across the hushed stadium. “That was a pathetic fight champion,” shouted a man.
HARU ripped his blood caked eyelids open to confront a depressed man wearing a Homburg hat and a tuxedo.
“Sorry,” said Haru.
“Why can’t you hit him like you mean it,’ sighed his second.
“Sorry,” said Haru.
Haru got up to his feet, hoping to get out of the stadium as soon as possible. However, when Haru began walking up the dreadful stairs to the surface, he encountered a woman in a bright white dress
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Must of have costed you a lot of hard work right?” Smiled the woman.
Haru looked down at his tattered, greasy and old leather shoes as he brushed her off.
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Haru reached the surface as he stared at the grey sky. What he knew before as a vibrant city, bustling with life was now no more than rubble and ashes. The air in the city was stale, choking him every time he breathed. There was no life present in this city, not a single living thing. Most of his city looked this way, looking as if everything people strove to achieve was demolished right in front of their eyes in an instant.
And Haru could feel his life, his whole essence being eaten away by an eerie green glow. The fact that he was dying was evident and he knew. There was nothing left for him in this world. Physical torment didn’t bother him anymore as the most excruciating agony sparked when the bombs first fell, completely crippling his nation and his people. He knew the once extraordinary country was starting to blur away gradually.
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Haru repeated his boxing routine day after day to keep his mind occupied.
“But what’s the point?” he whispered.
Next fight would be my last he thought as beads of tears dripped down his
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“1…”
Haru magically stood up as he shouted “If it wasn’t for you people!”
“Referee, he is unconscious!” The challenger cried. “Box!”
With burning passion to win, Haru threw himself at the American and landed an unexpected clean one-two on his face. He instantly reached for the body as he dug his left fist into his liver. The challenger moaned and fell to his knees and head limped forwards.
“Ding, ding ding,” the gong denoted another victory for Haru.
The whole crowd teared up as they looked admirably at Haru. He was shadow boxing; repeating the moves he honed years after years. His second embraced him and instructed him to stop as he cried "you can stop now."
The whole crowd got up to their feet as they applauded in tear the man that enlivened them to reconsider their life, to recreate their nation.
“Exactly the fight I was hoping to see with these aged eyes before they close,” smiled Haru’s second.
“Thank you” said
Finally, the match commenced. George started circling his opponent. He tripped and fell, the hard floor opening up a gash on his knee.
His voice began to crack, which was followed by a pearl of sadness creeping his hazel eyes. He rose his tense arms from the leather arm rests beside him and slowly tracked them down his thighs, resting
With each moment feeling like an eternity, hiding his reaction to the effects of the poison became too much for him to bear. Suddenly, in a scratchy, labored voice, he hollered with all of his might at the top of his
Pacquiao squeezed the battle from the opening chime, attempting to score a knockdown. He looked as though he would when he got Vargas with a straight left that put him on the canvas in the second, however Vargas got up rapidly.
I’m not stupid enough to not notice the look in your eyes when you see me upset. I just… If I let my walls drop, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle rebuilding them once you, Logan, and Roman leave. It was so hard the first time and I just can’t handle forcing myself to be okay again if I let myself not be okay.” He could hear Virgil’s voice shake as his shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.
As I was in the hostpital , pony boy and two bit visited me.”The rumble is tonight “ said two bit. Since the big fight was tonight, I told him to give me his prized switch blade.”we are going to win the rumble tonight, for Jhonny “ I said. Then Pony boy and Two bit left. So I waited till time for the rumble, when it came around I left the hostpital. I got there right on time, and saw the rough and tuff gang of Tim shepard. I also noticed noticed the well dressed and classy socs on the other side.”who wants to to fight me” darry said, and soc walked out of the crowd. It was paul holden, Darry’s old teammate from football.”I’ll take you on, darry.” Paul was tall and buff. Then the rumble began , I started to fight even though iI had a hurt
to cry. His face was streaked with angry tears as we made our way to the cheerful crowd. ‘It
On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.
It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.
I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but
They kept on fighting but, one the fifth time Felix hit Antonio he went down and did not come back up
Sadley , he had lost all that was good in him, he had started the battle with a spinning kick to the legs all he did was stub his toes
There I was ready for my tournament. I was waiting for my mom to come home and take me, I was really scared to go I had butterflies in my stomach. So I went to the kitchen to grab a snack I grabbed a cliff bar and I heard my mom pull up and I put my shoes on grabbed my bow and arrows and I got into the car and we drove off. Then I took out my cliff bar I started to eat it and I felt better. Today was the day I knew we were going to win. When I got there I saw my teammates warming up and they were shooting and I started to warm up. Then I saw the other team arrive and they were huge well according to me. I was really scared not more scared than before. Then we started to shoot I was up first and I hit one bullseye then another then another
Oliver Queen woke the next day with a pounding headache and an annoying stab of pain in his left arm – right where he struck the first gangster he encountered the night before. He should have known that bare knuckle fights tend to result in more negative outcomes, but the adrenaline must have momentarily diverted his attention from the pain come the fight’s aftermath. However, it was now completely bruised and swollen, and the accompanying headaches were not doing him any favors.
Lukas could feel the tears streaming down in face, his stoic composure long gone. There had been a fight- another fight, and a slammed door. Now he was left in his shared apartment, trying to wrap his head around what had happened.