DO NOT COPY MY STUFF AND BE NICE

We both chuckle, "I'll be careful and beat this guy." Lil Big is a giant, he is super muscular, making him slow, I'm also hoping he will get tired faster than me. BING BING BING, time to fight.

I pop my mouth guard, check my wraps, and go to the middle where one of the refs is. "Alright boys, play fair, tap gloves so we can get this started." we tap gloves, back up and the ref starts us.

I land the first hit after dodging and sneaking to his right to punch his face. We dance around each other. He advances, one punch, block, two punches, blocked, but the third punch clips me in the jaw. He backs up and I sneak a glance at Millie, her hands are covering her mouth and she has worry written all over her face. Oh my darling Bambina, I'll get this done quickly.

I come back strong with the fire fueled by Millie's fear-stricken face. Multiple punches are sent my way but I duck and dodge to land an uppercut that flings his head back. He stumbles and I take the chance to rock the shit out of him. Punch after punch until he is on the ground, the ref rips me off and starts a countdown from ten. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, he tries to get up, four, three, lil big can't get up, one. I won this round!

The crowd is wild, lil big hasn't lost in a very long time, since his last league finals. I'll admit he is big, intimidating, and lands strong punches, but has a horrible aim, and is slow. I think it's time he retires from boxing and starts a knitting class.

I'm finally halfway through the match, I have a cut above my eyebrow that keeps bleeding into my eye, and bruises along my arms and torso. This guy is really strong, but I've been able to land many more hits. I am currently willing by 3 rounds. In the last round, he got a lucky break and knocked my lights out. I got up after the countdown and went over to my corner. Millie was right there with a cloth for the blood and a water bottle to clean the blood off my forehead. Coach hands me a water bottle saying it was smart to stay down. I could have gotten more hurt if I had gotten up, and he knows I'll be able to win against this guy.

"Teo, oh my goodness, that was horrible, never do that again, and you have to beat this guy!."

"I am beating him Bambina. It is currently four to one, there are five more rounds but I think he will tire and get sloppy in the next few rounds."

"He better, I don't like you just laying there motionless while the other guy celebrates."

"I know, I'll try not to get hit. Trust me bambina."

"I trust you, I'm just scared for you.'' The ref calls us back to the sixth round of the night.

"HIT HIM HARDER!"

"BEAT HIM UP!"

"YEAH!"

The crowd is going crazy for the last round. The score was 6-3, he had some lucky breaks and I wasn't dialed in all the way. My mind was on Bambina and what she might be thinking. The thought of her watching me makes a new rush of adrenalin course through my veins. I'm ready to devour this guy. I'm sick of waiting to see Bambina, I need this guy on the ground.

Dodge, block, punch, duck, over and over again. I was wrong, this guy didn't get as tired as I had hoped. Finally, a hole opens up and my fist flies right into the side of his face, he drops his hands just enough so I can get a few more punches in before he crumples to the ground. "KNOCKOUT FOR COUGAR! WE HAVE A VICTOR! SCREAM FOR ONE OF THE LEAGUE FINALISTS!'' The ref grabs my hand and holds it in the air as the crowd nearly breaks my eardrums with their cheering. "THIS RISING STAR IS THE FAN FAVORITE!'' The only fan I care about is waiting by the entrance back into the tunnel. 

As I'm putting on my robe Lil Big dares to say, "That girl in your corner is hot! I wouldn't mind having a little after fighting sex with her." Holy shit I'm going to kill him.

"Don't talk about her like that if you don't want to get your head rocked back to your shoulder blades, again. And get the fuck out of my way." I will kill him.

A group of reporters from local news stations crowded around me, "What was going through your mind while fighting? What is your opinion of the fight? Why did you fight so violently today?" These damn reporters ruin everything.

"No comment," my eyes are locked with Millie's.

One reporter has the balls to ask "Who is that beautiful girl waiting for you?"

"Leave her out of this. And get out of my way!" They all take a step back in fear, I barge through them, grab Millie, and get the hell out of the stadium. I am dragging Millie by the arm behind me as I get to the locker room.

"Hey Teo, that hurts. To let go!" I don't hear her, the blood is rushing through my head, "Matteo! Let me go!" I freeze, blood starts to flow down my face from the cut above my eyebrow, and I turn around to see fear and tears in her eyes. I fucked up.

Millie

The fight was crazy! I've never seen Matteo get so violent! He destroyed the other guy, whose name was Lil Big. he stands with the ref holding his hand up and he looks so proud. The blood, bruises, and a few other red marks make him look a bit scary.

I ran to the entrance of the tunnel to wait for him. He hops out of the ring and is immediately surrounded by reporters. He has grown in popularity over the past year. He looks mad at something one of the reporters says. "Leave her out of this. And get out of my way!" It was about me?

He comes storming my way, grabs my arm in a vice-like grip, and starts to drag me into the tunnel. His hold keeps tightening as we get closer to his locker room. The way he is dragging me along hurts! "Hey Teo, that hurts. Teo let go!" he doesn't hear me, and tears are starting to fall, "Matteo! Let me go!" My tears are freefalling when he finally stops, turns, and looks at me with crazy eyes. The blood running down his face makes him look like a weapon of war

-SK