When I was in secondary school, there was this guy in my year. He had stayed back a year in primary school and he was a Lot bigger than anyone in our year. He was of course a year older and therefore bigger, but he was also naturally big, to this day he's a big strong guy that towers over most,
He bullied a lot of kids, mostly by taunting and teasing them, but sometimes by beating them up. In school I was really short (only a featherweight til I was 17) he never really gave me hassle, as we lived close together, but there was the odd smart comment I ignored. He did however talk about me behind my back and say what he'd do to me if I ever fought on the street.
I received a text message yesterday; "I'm going to hurt you." Totally puzzled I wondered what this guy was on about as I hadn't heard from him in a year or so.
That night in training I arrived and he was there with all his mates. My trainer had told him I'd spar with him...The penny dropped. I felt a twinge of real hate, but John (my trainer) told me to take it nice and easy. Ok I said.
In the spar I did start easy, but he came out like a whirlwind, I tapped his guard and headgear and he swung for the fences, his friends screaming encouragement, they thought it was a fight. Then he clipped me. A hard one, I didn't falter or even stumble but the switch clicked. I remeber reading Rocky Graziano's description ofwhat he felt like fighting Zale the second tim and I understood.
"Fine, Fuck you then!" I threw a straight right and he's against the ropes.
"I'd love to rip your fucking throat out" I hammered a left hook to the head and a right hand on the nose, his 6ft 4 body started to flap.
"Take this you fucking cunt!" I fired an uppercut into his abdomen and he collapsed onto the ring apron.
My blood was boiling and John let the spar go on. I can only presume John let it go because he saw what they guy tried to do and had brought his friends to see it. My mind was racing, all sorts of vile hateful thoughts racing through my mind. I let everything I had fly and sliced open his nose and mouth, he was crying leaving the gym. One of his friends that I know vaguely approached me after saying, "wow you got tough!" I looked him directly in the eye and told him I'd always been this way LoL
Honestly, I've never had the animalistic side of me show so much, I'm usually the calmest boxer imaginable, but yesterday was different I loved hurting him.
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