An excerpt . . .

Mist fell from the branches like tears dropping from the sky. One after another they glistened in the sunlight falling down into shallow pools on the ground. 

Sweat flew across the ring like the mist blowing in off the crashing waves.  The canvas, like a thirsty animal, licked up the salt tinged beads almost as quickly as the fell.

It seemed nearly impossible that this could happen to someone so strong and majestic.  He never imagined the blow would come that could threaten his perch or change his unending upward gaze.

A fight of common jabs and simple combinations turned on an instant.  The fighter never saw it coming - it wasn't in the fight plan.

The final blow came across like thunder.  The ax men's blow gutted the once regal trunk.  As the tip made contact it exploded through bruised and battered chunks of wood.  The head followed scattering debris like the winds of a cyclone; kicking up dust like the mushroom cloud of a grenade blast.

With all the violence of a passenger car colliding with an oncoming train, the opponents blow came out of no where and crashed on the scene.  A stunning left hook plowed into the lower chin and exploded up like a rocket at launch.  Blood, sweat and tears launched alongside the hapless mouth piece in all directions.   

Who would have imagined a shot so strong, so powerful that it could move what decades had built?  Who could have seen it coming so violently and quickly?  The slice was complete.

He never saw it coming.  The left hook missing desperately gave him hope that he had survived.  Who could have seen the upper cut launching itself so violently and quickly?

Stunned!  The king of the forest stood momentarily as if pondering the last few fateful moments.  Stunned!  The limbs hung upright, the trunk quivered. . .

For an instant time stood still.  The air seemed to be rushing outward from a crowd stunned by the lifeless upright mass before their eyes.  The king of the ring stood there, hands frozen in a pose - the lights are off. . . 

An eternity slowly passed as tree upon tree entered and exited the view.  One after another the pines and poplars barely visible in the escalating death role clashed and collided in view like pictures being hurled on a college

Knees quickly bent and the fighter moved into a pirouette as face upon face became an unrecognizable canvas of gazes; eyes, open mouths and shocked faces.

Spinning ever slowly on his base he moved effortlessly through the air.  The canopy of the forest once seemed an impossible distance away now became clearer and closer with every passing moment.

Earlier it seamed a near impossibility that anything beyond the soles of well worn shoes would grace the mat.  Now, only inches separated the limp mass of muscles and fibers from the taught canvas.