Among the regulars at the Triangle Base, a well known ring which was situated in the middle of the city of Mali was a young boy named Jay. He had trained for years, honing his skills and perfecting his moves and techniques. He was ready to take on anyone who dared to challenge him.
The ring itself was not fanciful, it was a square of dusty canvas surrounded by worn-out ropes. But for those who entered into the ring, it held a magical quality, a place where dreams could become reality and fortunes made.
Places in the heart of the city, Triangle Base was the meeting point of the high and mighty in the city of Mali. Every evening, they cool off the stress of each stressful day to a match or two. The sound of the umpire's bell can be heard a mile away, indicating that a bout is about to begin.
The smell of sweat and the grunting sound of survival filled the air. Fighters came to prove their worth and to test their strength.
Jay, a loner, had always envisaged a bigger stage each time he came to the ring. Those who fought him were never his target. He wanted to be at the OZ Arena where the world would know him. In his previous fight against Mike The Giant, all the spectators thought that Jay's thriving career was going to hit the rocks merely looking at the size of Mike, the Giant.
Who are you betting on in this fight?
One spectator, Maleek said to his next partner in the bid to open up a bet.
Jay is always my champion, come rain, come shine.
The duo placed their bet as the ring official rang the bell for the first round of the fight.
Jay moved swiftly towards Mike. He threw a jab that caught Mike's jaw. Straight, he hit the deck of the ring and passed out. The medics ran into the ring and revived him and the bell came on to mark at the end of the bout. Jay won with a Technical Knockout TKO.
Soon, the popularity of Jay spread throughout the nooks and crannies of Mali. Some folks made a painting of his jab that sent Mike to the canvas in strategic parts of the city of Mali.
Every other night, the ring came alive with the bell signalling the start of a match. The crowd has grown so much after the surprising victory of Jay against Mike the giant. Spectators could be heard cheering and shouting as the fighters entered the ring, their eyes filled with determination and their muscles tense.
Several weeks without a fight, Jay moved around the city with so much pride and hailing from all over. One night, a new and mysterious fighter entered the ring, his face hidden behind a mask. He moved with a momentum that mesmerized the crowd. His punches were powerful and fast. He landed some great punches on Jay's face within the first few minutes of the bout. Jack knew he had met his match. The two fighters clashed in a battle that shook the foundations of the ring.
They fought round after round refusing to give an inch. The crowd cheered and screamed as they were caught up in the intensity of the match. In the final moment, Jack delivered a powerful punch to his mysterious opponent that sent him crashing to the canvas.
The crowd of spectators started chanting his name:
Jay! Jay!! Jay!!!
They erupted in a frenzy cheering their champion as the referee counted to ten and the opponent was unable to find his balance. JJay stood in the centre of the ring, his chest heaving and his fists raised in victory. He had done it, he had conquered the ring.
Maleek pocketed his winnings and joined other fans of Jay as they continued chanting.
Jay! Jay!! Jay!!!
The crowd was glad that the champion of the ring maintained his integrity. From that day on, Jay's name was known throughout the city of Mali and other cities around as the greatest fighter to ever grace the ring. But deep down, he knew that it wasn't just his skills or his strength that carried him to victory. It was the magic of the ring, a place where dreams become reality and legends were born.
The boxer finally found his triumph and was able to achieve success. Consistency and passion for what we like ultimately leads us to success. I really liked the message that the story leaves.
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The ring was his only means of survival. Protecting it with vigor was the price he had to pay to keep winning.
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