His face is sweaty, legs weak, gloves are heavy
there's blood on his shorts already, feels unsteady
he's hurting, but on the surface he looks strong and ready
to throw bombs, but his shots keep missing
the title is there for the taking
he could be king, as he moves up, a new contender
choke now and its gone forever
as the rounds go on, a fire rages deep inside of him
he won't quit, until he's Undisputed Champion