I remember the numerous bone-breaking body kicks and knees I took for 4 rounds that made me want to vomit.
I remember taking a powerful cross to the nose and hitting the canvas with blood pouring down my face.
I remember thinking:
“I could just stay down and no one would even know that I could get back up. No one would give me shit. No one would know I gave up and quit like a coward.”
I remember noticing these thoughts about giving up and staying down on the canvas.
I remember thinking that, "yea, no one would know I gave up... No one, EXCEPT ME."
I remember getting back up, finishing the round, and knowing that I had to get the KO in the 5th round.
I remember that Ed Sheeran was playing between rounds... which was weird.
I remember going into the final round with the “knock him out or get knocked out trying” mindset.
I remember knocking him out with a flush uppercut through his guard....