I looked back at the boxing ring in regret. Why did I take on that fight in the first place?
Oh yeah. Now I remember. It was that ad that I read in the newspaper. $200 will be rewarded to anyone who can last 10 minutes in the ring against the Masked Crusher.
All I could think of was the money, so I decided to give it a try.
After I entered the ring, it was official. I already signed the legal waiver freeing them from any liability regarding any possible injuries that I might receive from my “opponent”. Now it was just me and The Masked Crusher.
I nervously approached the giant and managed to land one jab, which he effortlessly blocked. I kept reminding myself “You don’t have to beat him. You just have to last 10 minutes.
Before I knew it, he closed in on me. He then started punching me. I was cornered in the ring, so I had no other place to turn.
Then he landed that one jab, and that was the last thing that I could remember. Everything became black.
When I woke up, I was told how long I lasted in the ring: 4 minutes and 28 seconds. Not even half of 10 minutes.
“Now come on!” I cried. “Don’t I get at least about half the money?”
Unfortunately, I didn’t receive anything. It was all or nothing. In being desperate for money, this was disappointing news for me.
So now I’m here, with a bruised eye and a depressing story. A story of desperation and loss.
©2012 K. L. Walker