What You Came Here For Poem by Chrissie Scriven

Sitting in my corner awaiting the bell, when it goes off im back in my hell.
Three, two, one the bell has been rung, now i will show you what i have become.
Landing the punches, the girl starts to bleed, the animal inside me has come out to feed.
The rage that builds up starts taking control, it feel's like going to Satin to hand him you're soul.
As she hits the floor, the crowd's shouting for more, I stand back to show you what you came here for.