You got me down

Time stops. Sound fades out. My guard is down and I see him winding up. He sees what every fighter wants to see but no fighter wants to give. That bleary look of resignation. My tired eyes meeting the cold calculated stare of a soon to be champ. I don't say a thing, but he sees my final words, written plainly across my face. "Fuck it".

I was destined to lose the second he stepped in the ring. The crowd saw it too. Maybe not immediately, but six rounds later they see me for what I am. The featherweight who got lucky. I hear their jeers behind me. They're waiting for the same thing. That final blow, my blood on the mat. The one that will hurt more than every other. But the faster I fall the sooner I'll be free. He will get what he deserves and so will I. 

Time resumes and sound returns. I see it coming now. Soon everything will be over and the world will fade to black.