[Woke]

Waning seconds strike faster then the start
Each grueling practice has calloused each scar
Every quart poured from his skin
Is just persistence coursing within
No rest for the weary who's clearly so poised
See, he's ready for battle and his weapon of choice?
A shield to block the blood that he spills from his face
The bell tolls and he grins though only death awaits
In the beginning he's quick, you can smell his fire arise
But soon after his dripping eyes are a tell he's burning alive
Still, he proceeds though his abdomen is being shredded inside
He manages to man handle each beast ferociously wise
Tearing skin past the meat, suckling dry
Every ounce of pain will be devoured tonight
A pile of bones left eroding alone
And all because the food chain has him perched on the throne
The clocks swift, as he nears the finish line
His heart skips, nearly giving him a halo for the wings he demised
One-hundred and Twenty seconds have past
As it dwindles down to double zero's and fast
The thirtieth leg is in hand, sopping
Ghost chili topping is dripping it's flame
*BEEEEEEEP*
What remains? Nothing, but a sweaty mane

The crowd erupts in applause
Each crypt is one our champion defeated by jaw