Vedamsh Kurmayagari
Stage 8
The bell rings loud, the crowd ignites,
Two fighters face off under bright lights.
Gloves wrapped tight, hearts pound like drums,
Every punch thrown, a challenge comes.
Jabs and hooks in a rhythmic dance,
Feet shifting quickly, eyes locked in a trance.
A sudden roll — the Dempsey’s might,
Twisting, turning, fists take flight.
The opponent staggers, trying to defend,
Every punch crashes, no mercy to lend.
Sweat and blood mix on the canvas floor,
Each strike pushes him closer to the floor.
The crowd holds its breath, then erupts in cheer,
One final swing, the knockout is near.
The world shakes as the rival goes down,
Victory claimed, the champ wears the crown.
Fists fly fierce, the heart races fast,
A battle fought, a legend to last.
In the ring, only the brave belong—
Boxing’s more than a sport; it’s a song.
