GLORY…. LOST!!...

I’m in the ring.

The crowd’s chanting my name.

The spotlight’s on me.

I’m on top of the world.

I feel dizzy,

i can see myself dropping dead any moment.

But, i wanna keep fighting.

I can see my opponent wearing down.

And suddenly, i get a rush of blood.

I see the title hanging from the top.

Yes, a few feet,

mere inches,

separate me from my holy grail.

One knockout punch is all its gonna take.

One move, just that one move,

before I can officially call myself the best.

I’m measuring him,

he slowly begins to move.

i stamp the mat in frustration,

impatient, restless, i wait for him to turn around.

It’s taking forever,

but he’s getting in position.

And after taking what looks like all of eternity,

he turns around.

BOOM!!...

Yes, i connected.

He’s knocked out cold.

I quickly grab a ladder.

I start climbing it.

I can feel the tension rising.

As with each step,

the cheers get louder..

Breathless, tired,

i push myself, hands stretched out..

Just three more steps..

Yes, i’m about to do it.

I’m about to wrap my hands around the championship.

I’m the best in the world

I’m gonna be the world champion.

Three…

Two…

One…

it’s gone.

The crowd’s gone..

i can no longer hear the cheers.

There’s no title hanging.

All i can see is a dark, grey, thatched roof.

A spider’s trying to spin a web.

Ah! Damn!!...

couldn’t that stupid alarm have waited for just another minute??!..