" He's shit, just hold on for one more minute", Doc screamed as he squeezed my tight and sweaty muscles. It was my first ever pro fight and it looked like Joes last. Glass Joe, or as I liked to call him Glass Hoe, cause he hanged out with so many women he was basically a hooker by now. I never really understood why he got into pro fighting in the first place, he was one in ninety nine when I fought him and their was a reason why. He was terrible at fighting, I mean he was shit, but it got him the attention of the girls, even if he lost all his fights. I didn't let girls get in my way unlike Joe, since I was more of an apache helicopter man myself, if you know what I mean.
The fight started and I was ready, I was as fired up as a suicide bomber ready to bomb the nearest two story building. Joe didn't look as ready of course, he just smiled at all the girls around the ring and avoided eye contact with me, since I scared the living shit out of him. Doc told me to just aim for the face, cause that was his weakest spot. The fight started and I went right for the nose, Joe didn't even see it coming. Poor guy he started to beg me not to hit him in the face no more, I think I made him cry even. Despite that, Doc kept telling me to hit him in the face, and so I did punch after punch, right, left, left, right. I couldn't believe Joe was still standing.
Joe as well as me had had enough, and I started powering up my fist and uppercut Joe right in the jaw. K.O. the ref said and Doc went running to me and raised my fist up at the sky like I had just won the biggest fight of my life.
Finally i had won my first pro fight, and I knew it wasn't going to be the last.
