He’s outwardly calm as Jake adjusts the laces on his gloves.
“Not too confident, boy?” says Jake.
“Nah, I know it’s gonna be a fight.”
But he knows he will win, knows he will wear the belt. He has won all the battles in life, overcome all the obstacles: his hapless father, his violent mother, the far too friendly priest. There wasn’t even a fairy-tale rescue by a charismatic and caring teacher at his school.
Nah, nothing, nobody, he can’t cope with. Winning is in his genes, he knows.
He hears the bell. Stands, touches gloves, drops his shoulder. Fights.
Written for Rackerty Wisoff-Fields’ weekly writing challenge found here: https://rochellewisoff.com/