by Alex Combs
He was the best. The fastest, strongest, and smartest in the ring. When he stepped between the ropes and into the center of the ring, he owned it. It was his domain, his territory, and he’d defend it with his life. When the bell rang, he had one mission. He was like a robot set on destroy all. Each action was calculated seconds before it happened. He could see what his opponent was going to do before he did it. He could see when to adjust, and counter his opponent's move. He moved around the ring with great ease, almost like he was gliding. He could get from one side of the ring to the other in a few quick steps. He was so fast. Then there were his hits, even faster than his feet. He could knock guys down in one swift, well placed punch. They’d be on the floor before they could even see it coming.
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