You gotta stare into the enemy's eyes and let him know that he has met his match, that

nothing will be denied the one that won't be denied.

You have to make it clear to your opponent that there is no quitting you.

You have to make it known to him that no matter what he does, you serve a god greater

than him.

That there's a power on the inside of you that makes you unstoppable, that you are not

scared to get in the ring to fight for what you want in life.

The flesh of the warrior's mortal and vulnerable with weaknesses, with the mind and spirit inside

the champion as a savage, force upon the night of a wheel, that's fierce and violent

to anything that threatens its own prison scarred and wounded.

The warrior not deterred, he remains dead fast and unwavering fate to the god that lives

within him, alone he fights, blinded by darkness, but still he moves forward, outflanking

up a maneuver that hell attempts to conquer him with, he gets bold and more aggressive

with every step he takes toward greatness, stuck a punch by life, knocked down to the

match several times, but he stretches for the ropes to climb out of the mouth of defeat.

His emotional jaw broke, exhausted with two black eyes, gasping for air, nothing left

in the tank.

The enemy's sure of victory till he heard him say, I'm hurt, scarred, you'll never

ever break me, hurt, scarred, you'll never ever break me, hurt, scarred, you'll never

ever break me, I'm wounded and I broke in, wounded and I broke out, scarred, you'll never

ever break me, hurt, scarred, you'll never ever break me, hurt, scarred, you'll never

ever break me, wounded and I broke in, wounded and I broke in, wounded and I broke in,

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