When I hold you in my hands I feel a surge of power escalating throughout my body. There is no fear in my eyes, just open opportunity. I step onto the court and every player is a projection trained to defend and defeat me. However, I must never quit for this is my world and I dictate the game I want to be played. If I work hard at what I do no one can penetrate past me, move one step ahead of me, or know my weaknesses because after all my training a weakness no longer lives. However, with time I become my own worst enemy for if I surrender to an opponent I have surrendered to myself.
As I release you from my hands there is pure confidence that you will land as I envision you. When I defend the opponent inches into my domain and crosses the boundaries of which I protect. They violate a space and even though this is friendly competition I will own their mind and anticipate every move they make. They will become my prisoner to sabotage.
Every sweat that drops and all the strength I utilize will bury them for I will become victorious. Despite if I win or lose I know to myself I made them work to the end. For being in battle, hearing sounds of the ball hit the court, and the squeak of sneakers is my drug.
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