Hey Cleveland, are you a loser? How does the floor taste? How does the ceiling look?
Hey Cleveland, do you remember, just a handful of minutes ago, how the ring seemed no bigger than a living room? Now look at it, it’s the size of an ocean and strangers are coming to carry you out, to save you from drowning. You were a giant, just a handful of minutes ago. Now look at you, you’re covered in sweat and breathing like an old man.
This is how it goes: You know all the risks. You know what you’re up against, but you never ever believe you will go down like that. You know you’re weak but you believe you’re invincible. You know in your head that you could die out here on the mattress, but in your breast you think that’s a hypothetical until he hits you and it hurts, it hurts like god shit fuck.
And then you go down like a tree in an empty forest, to the non-existent beat of the crowd screaming for more sweat.
Hey Cleveland, are you still there?
