Finally away from the arena and inside his locker room alone, Alan felt bliss. His muscles which was tense finally relaxed as he laid on the bench. His face and body still felt the sting from the fight.
“Wow..,” he thought to himself. He touched the belt next to him “I..won this. I thought this is just a joke,” He touched the belt again, caressing the smooth golden surface, along the bezel and emboss of a kangaroo with gloves, and the wording ‘Golden Kangaroo’.
“Keep it together, Alan. You’re the champ now,” he thought to himself “Everyone is going to want a piece of this. Well, the prize money was a lot. This is going to help your family,”
His thoughts drifted to the ex-champion “Oh, Nelly..She was so sad that she lost. Well, serves her right,” He had his share of arrogant boxers when he was in middle school. Most were all talk, but no skill to back them up. “I wonder how is she doing?”