The Whiterabbit

The boxers enter the ring. The blue shorts is the champion. The wasp has never lost a match before and does not intend to lose this one either. Wondering whether he should tire him out or go for the kill.

The contender in red shorts, is an upcoming fighter who has never had it easy in life. The whiterabbit as he is called has been dodging punches since 9. He had met the champion only thrice. 3 years back on TV and 2 days back during the press conference. Last was 20 minutes back in the dressing room.

The wasp : I have seen your tapes. You look promising, but you will lose
The Whiterabbit : I know
The wasp : When I put you down, stay down

Round 6

"This kid is tougher than I thought. But a champ has got to do what a champ has got to do."

Commentator : Oh! oh! oh! The whiterabbit is keeping this match alive. True to a bunny, he is evading the champ and at this rate, he should last the whole 10 rounds. The champ looks tired, but he is waiting. Wait, I think he's moving in for the kill. The whiterabbit is being cornered. Punches are flying right and center. I can't see who is hitting whom.

And just when he felt the moment was right. The champ moves in. Distracts the bunny with a right show, opening up his defences. Block and right hook. The whiterabbit's punch meets thin air. He knew, it was over. It was only a matter of time. He waits.

"Thud." The left jab, the wasp's single most powerful weapon, has met its target. Dislodging the whiterabbit's jaw, sending him reeling over to the other side of the ring.

The wasp : And stay down!

Seconds later, the champ is all over the ring, acknowledging the crowd. Whiterabbit is still awake, watching his own blood spilled right before him. His right eye is crushed under the weight of his face. He blinks his left eye to refocus. Teeth shattered all over the place like shards of porcelain.

Should I get up? Should I fight? I don't think so. Maybe someother time. Maybe never.

The uproar of the crowd fades into the pitter patter of rain in his mind. The whiterabbit hums his favourite tune.

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm....