Down low
Jan 24, 2014 15:27:21 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jan 24, 2014 15:27:21 GMT -5
I've been down low before. Never like this though. Even as I'm dragging my beaten ass out of the arena and the crowd keeps cheering for me almost as much as for the actual winner I feel so defeated. Not by him. Nope, he actually played fair. But by myself. I missed my opponent twice in the all deciding final fight and sealed the deal for him. How could I make such giant mistakes when it all came down THE most important minutes of my life as a career so far.
I could not have frowned more which at least helped to ward off the medical staff that's following me at a good distance truly concerned for my health. They should be. I have the weird sound of the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore in my ears and can only use one of my legs and none of my arms. Blood is running down my shoulders and back from where he cut the back of my head but most of the crimson on the tiles of the lower hallway stems from the deep cuts in my thigh and calf. I look pathetic but feel even more so.
"Mr. Dunham, wait." They demand but I don't want any of those people in the audience and especially not Mark see me being weak. If anything I want to walk away from this on my own.
My heart is racing, I can even feel it in my neck and hear it mixed in with the sounds of the waves. How odd. For a moment I lean my shoulder against the wall. How the fuck did everything go wrong? Why did I miss? twice! I'm ashamed of myself.
If I could I'd punch the wall now but I'm beyond that.
Now that I'm down here I give the medical personel a nod hoping that they will understand that I need help.
For a brief moment I glance back at the entrance to the arena where Mark is still celebrating his victory.
"Get me out of here." I pant.
A little weary they come closer but eventually reach under my arms and help me make it the rest of the way to the first aid room.
First aid. I need that...mostly for my self confidence though...and that's not going to happen.
I close my eyes as they help me to lay down on my 'good' side one of the treatment tables and start assessing the damage done.
"Why did I miss?" I ask myself more than anybody in the room when I already know the answer.
MATTHEW DUNHAM
I could not have frowned more which at least helped to ward off the medical staff that's following me at a good distance truly concerned for my health. They should be. I have the weird sound of the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore in my ears and can only use one of my legs and none of my arms. Blood is running down my shoulders and back from where he cut the back of my head but most of the crimson on the tiles of the lower hallway stems from the deep cuts in my thigh and calf. I look pathetic but feel even more so.
"Mr. Dunham, wait." They demand but I don't want any of those people in the audience and especially not Mark see me being weak. If anything I want to walk away from this on my own.
My heart is racing, I can even feel it in my neck and hear it mixed in with the sounds of the waves. How odd. For a moment I lean my shoulder against the wall. How the fuck did everything go wrong? Why did I miss? twice! I'm ashamed of myself.
If I could I'd punch the wall now but I'm beyond that.
Now that I'm down here I give the medical personel a nod hoping that they will understand that I need help.
For a brief moment I glance back at the entrance to the arena where Mark is still celebrating his victory.
"Get me out of here." I pant.
A little weary they come closer but eventually reach under my arms and help me make it the rest of the way to the first aid room.
First aid. I need that...mostly for my self confidence though...and that's not going to happen.
I close my eyes as they help me to lay down on my 'good' side one of the treatment tables and start assessing the damage done.
"Why did I miss?" I ask myself more than anybody in the room when I already know the answer.