There I was, the heavy weight champ of the world, undefeated, undisputed, I felt cocky, alive unbeatable. No one and nothing could stop me. The prideful strut, climbing into the ring, immortal, skilled, beautiful, shining. My opponent did not stand a chance, my opponent was nothing, nobody ,a walk in the park. Beat me? You gotta be kidding. I fooled around dancing around the ring, a punch here, a jab there. The crowd ate it up. Played around until was round six, I decided that was enough, I was bored, I would hit my opponent one good hard one and that would be it. Another easy victory under my belt. Then just as I threw that famous knockout punch, something odd happened, my opponent hit me and dodged my right hook and I went flying across the floor. I was stunned but not worried, ok I was even a little impressed, the nerve of a nobody punching me. I smiled, ok the crowd liked a little competition, so I threw a hard jab right at the face and my opponent danced back and hit me square in the face once, twice, three times and an alarm bell went off inside my head. I had underestimated my opponent. Suddenly the opponent was all over me, throwing punches and kicks, hitting below the belt and I look at the Ref, like this is not fair, the Ref just shook his head, the rules had changed. Then in a flash the opponent hit me and knocked me out of the ring and as I lay there, I realized I might be defeated and it shocked me. The crowd went wild, I could not believe it, they were cheering against me. What happened? I was the favorite. The crowd was always on my side. Someone had entered on my side of the ring but I was too angry to see who it was, and in a mad rush I got back into the ring, swinging wildly. But I was taking a serious beat down. Nothing was the same, halfway through the seventh round I knew it was over, I just wanted out but the opponent kept punching and punching and the Ref was not going to stop it, then a hard one and I was knocked back outside the ring. This time I did not want to get up, but something just lifted me up and someone else came and stood on my side of the ring. This time I did not even see the punches or kicks my opponent was throwing, I was just feeling it, it was painful, I was not longer immortal, no longer skilled, now I was the novice. Eighth round I could see myself reflected in the eyes of the crowd, now I had lost the beauty, I was scarred, swollen and disfigured. I begged the Ref to stop the fight. I wanted to run but somehow something pushed me back in the ring and I realized this was no longer a choice. This was a fight to the death. My life was over. One more punch and I was knocked over the ropes and out of the ring. Battered and bleeding I looked over at my two visitors and their names rang in my head, I knew them, it was Hope and Faith. They looked at me mercifully and then a flash in the corner of my eye, another visitor but this one did not go to the side of the ring, this one walked over to me. The visitor reached out for me and I looked up blinded by how much light the visitor had. My heart flipped, I knew the visitor. The visitor was Love. Love reached down lifted me up, carried me over to Faith and Hope. Faith, Hope and Love surrounded me, healed me and restored my beauty from the inside out, I looked at the ring and suddenly I recognized the opponent, only it was not an opponent it was simply Life. The crowd disappeared and I was no longer a fighter, I had become a Lover and I had a child named Victory.