The adrenaline i feel when i look into a man's eyes face to face and watch his courage fading into fear is overpwered by the sight of my knuckles turning black with every blow exercised. The screams of pain and shouts of helplesness flow from one ear to the other, emotions only felt by a soft heart. A selfish act to acertain authority from the exertion of fear. Blood, pain, blood, pain a cycle of never ending torture as the victim slowly looses conscienceness drowning in his own blood and turning my anger into fear. Confused, afraid, angry and yet calmed with the sounds of cheers from spectators eager to witness two animals. Two lefts a right and finally another left and the crowd is silenced as the battle field turns into a funeral as one man slowly looses his soul to anger and shifts from man to beast.