On TV, they all look like stars,
Standing under a bright spotlight.
It seems easy, except the fight;
Muscles glisten, but not the scars.
Dreams of women, fame, and fast cars,
A fantasy, far from the truth;
Wins might cost some blood or a tooth.
The sacrifice will open eyes.
Makes you think: Is it worth the prize?
A sport that speaks to naive youth.
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/08/05/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-17-prize-this-week-its-the-d-rhyme-line/.