I felt nervous, afraid of what lay ahead. I knew that this was my biggest fight yet. I climbed into the ring and applied a protective patch to my arm.
"In the red corner", announced the MC, "Mr Ed. In the brown corner, Mr O'Demon". The bell rang and my fears were realised. O'Demon hit my hard, punch after punch and I was weakening. All four of my legs buckled as I tried to last the distance. It seemed that this has been going on for days, but the fight had only started. A voice in my head shouted "Give in, it just isn't worth it". The voice seemed to get louder as I felt increasingly bruised and battered.
As the fight wore on, O'Demon's punches continued, but somehow the impact was less. I was beginning to recover from the earlier pounding and was encouraged to hear support from the SSC club whose cheers kept me going.
My strength and confidence were up now and I knew that I could win the fight. Then, stupidly, I dropped my guard. O'Demon hit me with a series of blows. Up close he looked really unpleasant and his breath was pretty bad as well.
Having managed to fend him off with a clip round the ear from a front hoof, I carried on.
... And the fight continues... I am bloodied and bruised, but I know O'Demon is weakening. I will win now. Perhaps not from a knockout punch. But definitely on points.
Mr Ed ;)
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 2/13/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 124
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 3,731
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] �930
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 20 [B]Hrs:[/B] 17 [B]Mins:[/B] 46 [B]Seconds:[/B] 11
