April Humason

Rookie - 130 Points (Fort Worth, Texas)

The Fight - Poem by April Humason

Cutting my weight
Eating healthy
Training every day
Weigh in time
Did I cut enough
Oh no a pound away
He's tainting me with his Smirk
Getting my mind straight
Walking out to my song
Checking my mouth guard
Heart is pounding
Adrenaline flowing
Touching gloves
Sizing him up
Timing his moves
Blocking his hits
Oh no that's a cut
Blood is gushing from me
Punching a left then a right
He's hurtling now
Getting into his space
Punching him over and over
Wow he can take a hit
He's putting his weight on me
Pushing me into the cage
I'm getting elbowed
I have to turn this around
Trying to trip him with my foot
Good I got him to ground
Gaining side control
Shot yeah he gave up his back
Looking for the choke
Only 15 seconds left
Can't get it tight enough
The bell has rang
The ref is jumping between us
To my corner I go
There fixing my eye
Telling me what I did wrong
Time for round two
Man she's hot
Got get focused
Titles on the line
Lining up for a kick
Wow I think I knocked him out
Ref is stopping the fight
I'm jumping up and down
Oh no is he okay
Thank god he moved his head
They're lifting my arms
Saying win by TKO

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I love ufc

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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