Next!

I step out into the spotlight, feeling the tension.
The roar of the crowd envelopes me and makes me feel alive.
I cannot not put away my opponet, it's not in the script for tonight.
I know that I could beat him with one hand tied behind my back.

But the company won't let me. His sneer just infuriates me.
He must let the patrons, the fans, see his cruel streak,
Before I will become......the hero.
I must let the crowd become his judge.

So that my rage, when it comes, won't make me the bad-guy.
They have to build up to it. I never liked him anyway.
We grapple and sweat, almost to the edge of the ring.
I fall to the hard rubber mats outside the ring, and he follows.

He stands over me, eyes hard and bright. He knows,
Who wins tonight. I let him kick me when I'm down.
I almost lose control, and my rage alone,
Could pin him to the mat. One, two, three!

I limp away from the beating that he gives me.
The fans are booing the former good-guy, and my spirits soar.
I think about the next time we meet, then they will see!
I'll tear him apart, I'll do much worse, the fans on my side.

In the dressing room, I dress slowly.
I'm invited to celebrate, but "Nah, you guys go on,
I'll catch up." It's quieting now. Doors slamming, voices fade.
I'm still fuming, but what the hell? I never liked him anyway!