A Fighting Chance

Prologue

I was a little kid when I saw my first fight.

My dad was watching wrestling, and I sat down on the couch next to him.

For the first time in awhile, he actually looked happy. Like extremely happy, and not even drinking. Not even a bottle or can in sight.

As one of the wrestlers ended the fight by knocking the other out cold, my dad jumped out of the seat and cheered at the tv. As I watched him do his little victory dance in the living room, I realized that I wanted to someday make him as happy as the wrestler did.

And so I was inspired to become a professional fighter, so I could be the cause of his happiness.