First Round Knockout

I lost it all and now I’m about to do something I said I’d never do: throw a fight.

I’m a winner. I always have been.
I don’t say much. I let my fists do the talking.
But I lost what mattered most to me, and now I need to get out, and I don’t see any other way.
But she might be the answer I've been looking for...

The way she looks at me has me questioning everything.
She sees more in me; she sees the champ she knows I could be.
And I want to be that for her.
But can I?