TRUE GRIT, WE HAVE IT: You don’t do it for a stupid belt. You don’t do it for the crowds. You don’t even do it for pride. No, when you’re on one knee, and every breathe feels like a razor blade slicing into your lungs, and the blood from your nose, the sweat from your forehead and tears from your swollen eyes combines to matte your hair, stain your face and starts to drips onto the square mat we call a stage – every single thing you do for your survival. Nothing more or less. So you do everything in your power to take the other man down. READ THE REST