Fighter's Glory

You have many names printed on you
You are miscellany of blood and black with little pain and much glory
You are well protected high on my shelf
You are the reflection of my success
You are two strong yet indulgent prisms hand sewn together for my protection
Stuck together for the want of use
Without you I am just an open fist
I am stuck in my own present and you are my future
I was astonished and honoured when you were given to me
Because of you, I am livelier
You are my history
Because history is written by winners
You are not only valued by me
But by all the MMA dignitaries
You are adored by all who train Mixed Martial Arts
You define the art of boxing
You are the keeper
Of my moments of glory
Because of you, I am
You are the destiny of the greats.