My 50th Article, Why Not Try Something New?

Over the past seven months, I have been lucky enough to share my thoughts on MMA with the fans here on Bleacher Report. It has been an outlet for me to voice my opinion and get responses from people that actually know what they are talking about.

I have written 49 articles up to this point, this being my 50th. I figured that after writing 49 opinionated articles, I would show off another side to myself. See, I'm not just some 16-year-old kid who comes here just to show off his MMA knowledge. No, I come here to write.

Writing has always been a way for me to express myself, as I've been doing it all my life. I've written articles, editorials, poems, and songs. I've done it all. I was even lucky enough to have one of my poems published in a local newspaper.

I've been thinking about doing this for a while now. What better time than my 50th article? Ladies and gentleman, I give you my first MMA poem.    

Months of waiting, ends tonight
tonight they battle, tonight they fight
the talking is over, tonight they choose
do you win, or do you lose?

The lights, they dim, the fans go wild
the music starts, the fans, they smile
the fighters walk, threw the crowd
the fighter hears nothing, no matter how loud

They enter the cage, to their corner they go
the gameplan presented to make sure they know
their names are shouted to the sold out crowd
the referee goes over what is allowed

The bell, it rings, the fighters touch gloves
a show of respect, and of love
the next five minutes will be a war
one which both men, hope to endure

Fighter number one, takes the round
fighter number two, falls to the ground
he crawls to his corner, the doctor comes in
the fighter is fine, he reaches within

Fighter one is tired, fighter two knows
he goes wild, he puts on a show
his body says no, his heart says yes
his brain is silent, but wants to protest

Fighter two, bruised and bloody
looks to his opponent, begins to study
fighter one is tired, his mouth open wide
he wants to rest, but the scorecard is tied

The final round, it begins
both tired fighters, look for a win
the crowd is roaring, all looking to peers
all of them saying, fight of the year

Fighter one shoots, for the takedown
fighter two stuffs the best wrestler around
fighter one, full of frustration
scrambles to his feet, out of desperation

Four minutes remain before a winner is crowned
both men with family and friends abound
neither can fail, neither can lose
yet both men know, one has to

Three minutes have past, two minutes remain
both men looking for one last campaign
they come to the center and start throw
skin is torn, blow after blow

The men, they bleed, the mat crimson red
they both look back to what they have said
both guaranteed wins, the challenge they accept
but one promise, cannot be kept

Four minutes down, one more to go
both men on their feet, looking to throw
the crowd they rise, they start to applaud
both men start to swing, fans oooo and awww

Punch after punch, find there mark
they here the clap, it lights a spark
10 seconds to go, these last ticks will decide
whether they win or lose, both can take pride

They fought to the end, no fighter quit
the scores are in, the decision is split
one judges saw 29-28, the other saw it 28-29
the last judges scores, the fight it will define

The last judge is sweating, he holds the swing vote
he can't even remember, the score that he wrote
whose dream goes on, whose dream dies
the choice is yours, you will decide

MTL BELIEVE EST. 1992