Fall

Remember when I said we were all balancing on the tip of a needle?
Well now we're about to fall.
Everyone's tense, waiting for the opponent to punch first.
We've been pacing for days, like a caged tiger in anticipation of release. Although some of us don't appear to be anxious, everyone knows that the still ones are the most anxious of all.
Knock out or not, that's the question we're all waiting for an answer to. And thus we're tense.
The tension is killing me; it's so thick you could cut it with a knife.
And now we wait.