I was stunned how could he have better stand up than my father. Who was this individual?., also why now at all time is he showing me this. Maybe he was scared that I was wasn't evolving enough, I was going to ask him. I have to stay silent In these moments. The bell ranged. Both fighters moved forward, I noticed that my father was changing his rhythm. Maybe he was doing that too through off his opponent. So fighting is more that just landing hits, why is my father hitting his opponents shoulders?. His opponent is very wise with each punch, he grabs my father too try and disrupt him. My father's voice entered the room. " Watch closely. You see how Everytime we clinched, his goal with to stomp my toes. After this fight I lost two toes cause of it. The world wonder why it took me so long to recover, some thought I was scared of entering the ring again. Actually I was adjusting my fighting stance.". I have underestimated my father's IQ when it comes to fighting, the bell rings out again. Both fighters stopped. My father's breathing had not changed after that round, his attitude towards him had though. His corner man is telling to " use your two inch reach difference you have, if he breaks one of your toes they will stop the fight. Your still doing great. " I had to ignore his advice for me to win this alone. The idea of me relaying on someone who I know I can easily defeat. It's drive me insane. I've only been fighting for two years at this moment in my life, I felt it. The fire that the greats talk about. Son I hope that they fire you have is a different color flame. My was of a crimson color.". He said all that while being attached to the screen, what did mom see in this guy?. The bell ring. My father rushed over the opponent. Hitting him all over, his was explaining why he was doing it. " I've noticed after the round his steps have gotten slower compared to the other rounds. So I've decided that it's time to kill this guy. I didn't want to hurt this individual. No!. I want total control over him, I wanted him to feel completely inferior to me. Right there you see how his body is slowly falling down. My corner was telling me to knock him down, why would I do that?. Why give him opponent the easy way out?!, I know that it sounds horrible. That is the life inside the Ring. You can be friends outside for the ring all you want, once you enter that ends. You wouldn't understand. When I was fighting especially during my first few years, I was running from someone to someone. I knew if I didn't run I couldn't make it. This individual match was the beginning for me, but the end for my opponent.". He turned off the TV. Stood up, started walking towards a cabinet. The cabinet was originally brown. The dust made it mixed. He opened the cabinet the door fell to the floor, I guess due to age. That's not really important. It was another stash of newspaper's. Stacked all the way up to the top, he reached in grabbed the entire stack. They flooped onto the floor with some tide together with tape. Why is he showing me this now?. Why not earlier before I decided this type of path?!, why couldn't mom come back and accept me for what I've become?. I get it Dad isn't perfect that doesn't mean I don't have a life or a choice in that decision. I can't stand my dad for that reason only taking my mother away from me, one day. One day I while have his life in the palm of my hand. My father's voice became choked," all these individuals can no longer fight. I never wanted that for them, sure I wanted to kill them in the ring. Show them that I was always better than them. But not like this. My coach always told me that some people aren't meant to be fighters.". While he continued to talk. I grabbed the first newspaper, it's weird though the newspaper don't have a publishing company title. The first head liner, " father of three had ended his life. The man is who my father had fought in the video. I have several questions for my dad, now is the best time for me to ask him". I placed the newspaper back into the pile, my Silva got ice cold. Teeth chitting. " Fat-t-ther, who are you showing me your opponents. I thought you wanted me to learn from your fights??.". He grabbed the same newspaper I placed down, crumbling it in his hands. Tears began to fall onto his hands, blood oozing out as well. The mixture cause a stain under his feet. His voice was colder than usual, I never heard his voice like this before. " Those are three hundred and ninety fighters in their papers combined. Four of them are no longer with us. Cause my actions in the ring, I never wanted this. Forty of them can no longer out on any type of Fighting equipment. They refuse to try, before you were even thought of. They same man you seen the video tape. When he finally returned to his club after years of isolation. The news boom rush the club, trying to get a good scoop. They weren't ready for the outcome of fighting against me. His coach handed him his glove when they told him. His body seized up on him, that side of fighting nobody talks about. I don't blame them, I felt horrible about the whole situation. My coach told that it is a part of life. Shortly after his public accident, I went to visit him the hospital. Of course his wife and kids were there clinging onto their daddy's hand.
