Tradition past down from generation to generation of Boxing.
Age: 16 Grade 9th
Started: March 30, 2007
Finished: March 26,2011
There is an eighteen year old boy who has been fighting since he was only fifteen years old. His name is Freddie Long Legs. Boxing has been in his family for generations, it’s a tradition past down to the next generation. Freddie's Grandfather was the first Native American Indian to ever compete in the Olympics of boxing.
A boxing tournament was coming up for Freddie Long Legs; he'd been waiting for this day, for a long time. He has to fight Larry, a big guy with muscles. Freddie's father, Gary Long Legs is his coach. The tournament was finally here, it was time for Freddie, Gary, Larry and his father to sit down in front of the cameras and reporters.
"Freddie, so I have heard that you have never been to the Olympics, is this true?" asked the female reporter.
"Yes," said Freddie Long Legs.
"Where did you learn to fight?" asked the male reporter.
"Well I beat up this big cow boy on the Reservation, showed him a thing or too, also my Grandfather was the first Native American to ever compete in the Olympics of boxing from his tribe," said Freddie Long Legs.
"Who is your Grandfather?" asked the male reporter.
"Black Cloud," said Freddie Long Legs proudly.
"Well I'm not a cow boy, I am the nearest good thing there ever was," said Larry.
"Hey Larry, when are you going to take him out?" asked the female reporter.
"When am I going to take him out? When you beg me for more....then I'll take him out," smiled Larry.
"Freddie what do you have to say about that?" asked the male reporter.
"A big mouth is a sign of fear and ignorance," said Freddie Long Legs.
Larry jumped out of his chair and yelled.
"I'll take you on right now, Tonto! You, the Lone Ranger, Silver, your hold dang posse!" shouted Larry.
Freddie just smiled; Larry and his father went to their locker room as did Freddie and his father.
"How are you feeling?" asked Gary.
"Good," said Freddie taking a breath.
"Are you ready?" asked Gary.
"I am ready," said Freddie.
Gary brought down a box off of a shelf above them and opened it.
"This was your Grandfather's, I want you to have it, that's if you want it," said Gary Long Legs.
Freddie looked at his father and smiled, and then they both walked out into the arena.
"Good luck son," said Gary Long Legs.
The bell rang.
"Touch gloves?" asked the referee.
So they touched gloves.
"This will be the last time your gloves ever touch mine," smiled Larry.
"We'll see about that," said Freddie Long Legs.
The bell rang again.
"FIGHT!" shouted the referee.
They started fighting; Larry kept hitting and pushing Freddie into the corner.
"Put your hands up son, hit him with your right!" shouted Gary Long Legs.
The bell rang again, Larry went to his corner, and Freddie went to his.
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Tradition past down from generation to generation of Boxing.
Age: 16 Grade 9th
Started: March 30, 2007
Finished: March 26,2011
There is an eighteen year old boy who has been fighting since he was only fifteen years old. His name is Freddie Long Legs. Boxing has been in his family for generations, it’s a tradition past down to the next generation. Freddie's Grandfather was the first Native American Indian to ever compete in the Olympics of boxing.
A boxing tournament was coming up for Freddie Long Legs; he'd been waiting for this day, for a long time. He has to fight Larry, a big guy with muscles. Freddie's father, Gary Long Legs is his coach. The tournament was finally here, it was time for Freddie, Gary, Larry and his father to sit down in front of the cameras and reporters.
"Freddie, so I have heard that you have never been to the Olympics, is this true?" asked the female reporter.
"Yes," said Freddie Long Legs.
"Where did you learn to fight?" asked the male reporter.
"Well I beat up this big cow boy on the Reservation, showed him a thing or too, also my Grandfather was the first Native American to ever compete in the Olympics of boxing from his tribe," said Freddie Long Legs.
"Who is your Grandfather?" asked the male reporter.
"Black Cloud," said Freddie Long Legs proudly.
"Well I'm not a cow boy, I am the nearest good thing there ever was," said Larry.
"Hey Larry, when are you going to take him out?" asked the female reporter.
"When am I going to take him out? When you beg me for more....then I'll take him out," smiled Larry.
"Freddie what do you have to say about that?" asked the male reporter.
"A big mouth is a sign of fear and ignorance," said Freddie Long Legs.
Larry jumped out of his chair and yelled.
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