Right after a tremendous win,
The fighter and his team are vexed,
Wondering who he will fight next.
There’s barely any time to grin,
Once you are done, you just begin.
The road won’t end till at the top,
A pecking order you can’t hop;
Working hard to build up your hype,
You’re just not the trash talking type.
Twelve-pounds of gold, the only stop!

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/06/10/decima-poetry-prompt-next/.
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