Round Two (Grounded)

I belong here down -

Down on the ground, 

Into the mud 

Soaked with our blood

I'm part of the screams, 

And part of the dreams,

The crowd that awaits, 

And screams at the gates

The pumping veins

The crazy eyes

The stench of the beer

The dirt and the smears

Here, now we start

The bloody bath

The first rapid kicks

A jab, in the lips

I'm punching your face 

You kicked in my waist

Blood trickling brow

Dislocated jaw..

First round is done

But I am not done.

Gong! Second round -
We are back on the ground.