Spider

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A thin sheen of sweat covered the body stood in front of the full length mirror.
Bob...weave...jab,jab...hook.
Danny 'Spider' Webb went through his paces, not with his usual ferocity, but more gently this time, just to keep himself ticking over until his big moment came.
Bob...weave...jab...cross.
He didn't see or hear the short, stocky figure approach from behind, and only knew of his close proximity when he felt a large, calloused hand on his muscular back. He stopped his shadow boxing and turned around to face the man stood behind him.
"Time to go Danny, this is it," the man said, holding a black robe up. Spider turned back round to face the mirror, holding his arms up as he did so, so that his trainer could slip his robe on.
Once it was on, he stood looking at himself for a moment in the mirror, while the adrenalin began to course through his body. Short, dark hair, protruding cheekbones with a tattoo of a teardrop on his right one, a relic of his past, a part of the past he would rather forget. He had tow other tattoo's, one on each side of his neck. A spider on the right side, a web on the left.
At that momentthe door to the small changing room opened and Spider turned to see who it was.
A small, meticulously dressed man with greased back hair stood in the doorway. "You ready Danny?" he asked.
Spider nodded his head. The newcomer then raised his fist in the air and shouted, "Well let's go get 'em then."
"Yeah, let's do it," shouted Archie Probert, Spider's trainer, in what sounded like a battle cry. Spider bounced up and down on the balls of his feet a couple of times before making for the door. Just outside the door was stood a wiry, elderly man. He took a last drag on the cigarette he was smoking, then stubbed it out underfoot as Spider and Archie came out of the room.
"This is it Danny," he said into Spider's ear. "This is what you've worked towards your entire life. You ready for it?"
Spider cooly nodded his head, trying to hide the nervousness that he felt.
"Then let's go bust that guy up," the old man snarled.
With that the three men, Spider, Archie, and Sticky the cutsman, prepared to make their way to the ring. Large behemoths in security uniforms formed a circle around them, ready to escort them down the walkway, and little did the three men realise how much they were going to need these guys tonight.