Round one_(1)

ROUND ONE.


“Your pretty fucked, there is no way your fit enough to fight . All that work for nothing , looks like you’ll be watching the boys from ring side.”

Fuck that I thought, if I weren’t fighting there’s no way I’d be travelling all that way to watch someone else deal out a hammering. Months of training down the drain all because of a fucked knee. My own fault really ,too much to drink as usual.
Now I’d be missing out on going up to Scotland and competing .

On the Monday morning all the lads got picked up outside the gym by Big Al , I managed to get up early that day to see the boys off and wish them luck.

“Good luck lads, smash em up.” I shouted as the mini bus pulled off down the road and out of sight.

Week in the gym on my own Great! I thought. No one to help me train or help me on the road to recovery.

“ Hi Tony, shame about your leg.”
“ Steve what you doing here , why haven’t you gone with the boys?”

Steve was Big Al’s son and one of the trainers at our gym.

“Dad told me to stay and make sure your not taking it easy and slacking off.”

“Cheeky bastard!”

Steve laughed and opened the doors to the gym.

“Get your gear on and lets get started gay boy.” joked Steve.

I was always getting a ribbing from the lads for being gay , they didn’t take me serious at first but that soon changed when I knocked a few of them out.
I walked into the changing rooms and got my things from my locker.

“Hurry up I haven’t got all day!”

I put on my shorts and shirt and walked into the gym strapping my hands as I climbed into the ring.

“ Just a few rounds , we’ll take it easy for today don’t want to over do it.” Steve instructed.

I pulled on my gloves with my teeth and walked to the centre of the ring where Steve was waiting with the pads.

“1,1,2,123.”

I threw the combos Steve was shouting out .