Hey, I’m Lawrence,  an actor currently story telling from London, UK.

After eating and taking a nap just to pass the time I can hear the first fights being announced.

For weeks I’ve known this time is coming but as it is only starting to feel real now.

It sinks in there nothing more I can do now as my time approaches. Am I ready, have I done everything I can to prepare? 

What else do I need now, have some jaffa cakes for energy, water to stay hydrated, argh who is wrapping my hands, when should we start, what if the fight order changes and I’m fighting sooner?!

Calm down! How many time have you done this before, just remember yourself. I breath again

Okay let me start to get ready, wake up my body slowly, limbering up like a machine through the first and second gears;

I move and breath deeply, shifting my awareness into my body, my body that I’ve been forging in the gym training, pounding the pavements running daily, in the kitchen, preparing the correct foods to fuel training and getting the sleep to recover fully.

I’ve done so much to get into this peak form. There’s the confidence kicking in, feeling incredible, I feel sharp, I feel aware.

Who can I not handle in a fight when I’m in my right mind? I have been sparring and holding my own against world champions plus I know as soon as my feet touch the canvas I’ll know exactly what I need to do in there.

Okay, my name is being called, in case I wasn’t sure it’s my time my corner start escorting me to the arena entrance slowly knowing of the caliber of fight I’m walking into. 

And there he is, my opponent about to make his entrance, listening to his music booming getting into the zone. He’s focused and he looks incredible, wide strong back covered in the Thai Warrior tattoo obviously from his time fighting  Thailand, big and powerful legs built like the marine I heard he is.

What am I up against, he can legally kill me in there, what if I don’t switch on and he destroys me in front of everyone?

Lets go law’ my teammate says looking sternly into my eyes, I’t as though he saw my mind falling into the endless pit of negativity and defeat and catches me, pulling me back into the present.

I can hear my music begin, I’m here now all the other voices and thoughts are fading away, I’m free. There is only one voice now and that feeling everyone I know is behind me at this moment they’re giving me power making me a giant, my opponent looks like an average man again.

I feel calm and still moving with intent towards the ring, collected and confident, I step over the top rope slowly to enter the ring emphasizing my height and composure. 

This fight has already begun and I’m winning.

Storytelling to me is the crux of human and social existence, and I’m making it the core of my existence.

Much love,

Lawrence