Bones
My heart pounded as I sat in the locker room, waiting for my very first fight of the start of my new career to begin. This made all my recent decisions so much scarier, much more real, and the full force of my new life was beginning to affect me.
Training was one thing. It had been hard enough to win the other fighters over—which I'd succeeded at somewhat—but I was acutely aware that winning the respect of the underground fighting world, as a whole, was going to be something else.
Sitting with wrapped hands, taking a moment to steady my nerves, and fully accepting that I was about to head back into the limelight, and all that came with that was about the same feeling as a punch to the gut.
