Will I Choke?

[John The Prodigy Williams]

.....”Awww”, the pain of the cigarette burn reminded John of a horrible moment in his career, perhaps he had too many drinks, or perhaps he shaking from fear... It was a memory of his habit of underestimating opponents. Like he did when he lost his belt in the league that once treated him as “unbeatable”. John stared at the mirror in his hotel room., whiskey in one hand, cigarette in the other. “Fuck” he yelped as he felt the pain from the burn of the cigarette, it was constant enough that he knew he was human. With that thought he began to remember the lack of breathe, the feeling of being overwhelmed by pain, overwhelmed by the feeling of being a nobody. 3 a.m. .... the clock screamed to John, the night before the event, he needed sleep. He was running out of time, he was trying to make himself tired. He was trying to forget.... That just made the thoughts worse. Could he be what he once was? Could he be anything at all? John stared at the picture he brought with him, of him and his coach when he was starting as an MMA fighter. There was no belt around his waist, but he had loyal fans. Something John hasn’t had in a long time. Not since his....incident...not since his...dishonor. John also remembers what it is like after you loose fans, he remembered the pain of being slammed to the mat. Something he will never forget, being left helpless to the fact he had been pinned and lost the only thing he felt he had left after his fans started booing him. “The Prodigy” to John had become a thing of the past, unlike a lot of his opponents in the future, he was not looking for a belt, or a win record, he was looking for himself. He was not confident, he was not cocky, he was afraid. John stared into the mirror of his hotel room and said to himself “I will let my fear drive me” and with that he put out his cigarette, chugged his whiskey (not even what he should have been doing before a match) and faded to sleep, clutching the picture....and the glory he once knew.

[John Prodigy Williams]

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.....”Awww”, the pain of the cigarette burn reminded John of a horrible moment in his career, perhaps he had too many drinks, or perhaps he shaking from fear... It was a memory of his habit of underestimating opponents. (Like he did when he lost his belt in the league that once treated him as “unbeatable”).

John stared at the mirror in his hotel room., whiskey in one hand, cigarette in the other. “Fuck” he yelped as he felt the pain from the burn of the cigarette, it was constant enough that he knew he was human. With that thought he began to remember the lack of breathe, the feeling of being overwhelmed by pain, overwhelmed by the feeling of being a nobody.

3 a.m. .... the clock screamed to John, the night before the event, he needed sleep. He was running out of time, he was trying to make himself tired. He was trying to forget.... That just made the thoughts worse. Could he be what he once was? Could he be anything at all? John stared at the picture he brought with him, of him and his coach when he was starting as an MMA fighter. There was no belt around his waist, but he had loyal fans. Something John hasn’t had in a long time. Not since his....incident...not since his...dishonor.

John also remembers what it is like after you loose fans, he remembered the pain of being slammed to the mat. Something he will never forget, being left helpless to the fact he had been pinned and lost the only thing he felt he had left after his fans started booing him. “The Prodigy” to John had become a thing of the past, unlike a lot of his opponents in the future, he was not looking for a belt, or a win record, he was looking for himself.

He was not confident, he was not cocky, he was afraid. John stared into the mirror of his hotel room and said to himself “I will let my fear drive me” and with that he put out his cigarette, chugged his whiskey (not even what he should have been doing before a match) and faded to sleep, clutching the picture...and the glory he once knew.