Courting The Champion

25 - The Fight

I git  to the gym quite early. I want to train by myself first. Trevor's training methods were amazing and effective, too bad he wasn't. I decide I'll keep using the same drills that that nigga Trev made me do.

It's the first anticipated week of the Boxing Championship. Pairs of boxers will get into a series of challenging fights, with the winners moving onto the next rounds where they will go up against each other, until there's only one man standing.

I been meeting up to train early in the morning with Angelo in the past few days, who's training techniques are way less vicious in comparison to the brutal and strenuous drills Trevor always  made me do. It was taking quite some time to finally adapt to Angelo's training style. What I been especially finding real' beneficial in his technique is the ability to help a fighter develop his own sense of style and rhythm. Trevor was more about presicion and vigor.

Managing to combine both their exceptional training techniques with the skills that I readily picked up from street fighting, nothing should be too challenging for me in the ring.

I decide to ditch the skipping rope for the punching bag, needing to release some pent up tension. Today Arabelle was going to an interview with a fairly good law firm. I'm praying that they can all see just how smart and bloody brilliant she is. The simple knowledge that Arabelle is stressed and worried also puts me on edge because she's my other half and I live to see a smile on her pretty face.

Angelo walks in and as always alone with no Fito. I have never ever had a conversation with so called Fito who is supposed to be Angelo's assistant coach. All he ever does is grouch and mumble. I was happy to not have him here. His gloomy negative energy is almost always very contagious, all you need to do is just look at his face and your entire mood changes.

“Ey sup buddy? Got an early start?” Angelo greets with a friendly smile as always. I nod as I give him a fist bump.

“The first fight is in less than three days, maybe I'm having some sort of nervous break down,” I joke and Angelo rolls his eye. I never show weakness, I never pay attention to nerves 'round anybody who isn't shorty. She's one of a kind.

“Do you already know who your opponent is?” Angelo questions and I shake my head. I'm not always on social media waiting for announcements from the World Boxing Championship Management.

“Nah. I ain't here nothing. Who is it gon be?” I question curiously. Angelo sighs, sitting on a bench. He shifts his gaze from the two female boxers in the ring and back to me.

“You're going to be fighting with Steven Harris. A well rounded All American citizen. He's signed to GMC which has some very strong boxers. You have to be fully prepared, he won't go down without a fight,”Angelo informs me and I nod.

“Good to know. Thanks for the heads up,” I say and he nods.

An hour away, Arabelle is walking out of the company law firm with a big grin on her face. She can't wait to tell Andrew the amazing news. She actually got the job instead of the internship. She didn't even know how she had gotten it. She thought she just got lucky, but it was all her. Arabelle tended to underestimate her abilities, and no one knew this better than Andrew.

Her phone starts vibrating in her brand new white handbag that Beth helped her pick out the last time they hung out together. It's Sarah.

“Hello,” Arabelle answers expectantly, squinting when she accidentally looks directly at the sun. Tears well up in her eyes due to the pain the rays cause to her iris.

“Hey hey!” Sarah greets chirply. Arabelle smiles at her cousin's voice. They haven't talked in over a week. Sarah was busy at her law firm and Arabelle was too caught up in her relationship with Andrew. It was nice to catch up.