So, when the first round stopped, I was dead. I said there’s no way I cannot go back in there, and my dad not even listening to me, said how great I was doing. “You know he’s worse than you are now you’re gonna kick his ass,” and this and that.
I started to argue with my dad and my brother. And then the next round started. And like my dad said. I beat the guy in three minutes because he was already tired. I could get to a good position and choke him out. And I noticed my worst enemy at this point was my own mind playing tricks on me.
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