The Spartan Nation exists to emotionally balance, physically transform, and mentally elevate.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
He stepped into the cage with all intentions to win
Not a doubt in his mind, just like the other matches had been
He was calm, confident, and then it began
Unfortunately, this time it didn’t go as he’d planned
He struggled, he strived, boy, he really did fight
And after all of his efforts, and deep into the night
A victory was awarded, and all manner of praise
But not for him, his hand was not raised
What a hard fought battle, 3 rounds to the bell
For the fans in the stands, he’d been beaten to hell
Then the critics arose from their cold seats in the back
Every finger they could point, they pointed with attack
“He was slow, he was awkward, did he even train?” they’d shout
So bold these cowards to destroy the boy who’d fought his heart out
After the lights went dim and he sat with just the closest of friends
He pondered all the negativity and came to a decision
It’s better to be on the other side of a win, then to simply never ever have been.
I've heard of a place, where the men stand tall, and every woman can hold her own. Victory and defeat abound here, but true courage, in each, is shown. It is said far and wide, this is where true Warriors abide, where there's power through knowledge and training. The legend goes that for each of their foes battles prove rough and straining. Everyone's equal there, each one with their goals, striving 'till greatness is found. Battling it out amongst themselves, improving round after round. But not one with a rank, saying I'm better than you, no caste system, no belts, no station. The only rank you hear of…is Warrior at the Spartan Nation!