My Trainer has the towel in hand...

And I am ready to nod my head and tell him to throw it in the ring.

No matter what I do, I can't fucking win.

I have gone 15 rounds with the champ.

I'm still standing. But I lost every round on points.

I am bloodied, battered and bruised. Everything aches.

But here I stand.

The champ looks over at me with respect for being able to stand up to him for so long.

But in the end, he wins.

And he hoists the belt over his head.

And I go back to the dressing room and nurse my wounds.

Eminently forgettable.

The challenger.

The loser.