Wrasslin’.

You have to keep fighting, every damned minute of every damned day.  That’s what life is, a fight till the death.  You have to scratch, eye-gouge, throw elbows and knees and fight with every dirty trick you know.  Some days its easy, you can do it without thinking, some days it takes every last drop of your spirit to keep from blacking out from the blows.  You will win some brawls, and you’ll be spitting your teeth out like sunflower seeds other times… but you keep.  On.  Fighting.