You shot up from the motels filthy mattress, cold sweat dripping down your neck. That was the strangest dream you had ever had... it was like you were being watched and being taken under. You fanned your face to regulate, you looked out the motel window. Something felt... odd. You believed you were overreacting about that silly dream you had- wait, how did it even go again? You wiped your eyes groggily, letting out a hoarse groan. You didn't want to wake up, you wanted to remain asleep– forever. Unfortunately, you couldn't really do that... unless you managed to burry yourself 6 feet under. Your immature thoughts were cut out when a knock was heard from the other side of the door. "Room Service ere'!" The masculine voice yelled out. Shit! You were still in bed, dried up drool was lined down till your chin and your hair was a complete bird nest! (that is, if you have hair 🤔) "U-Uhm! Just wait a sec!" You anxiously shouted, rushing all around your room to get ready in time. Quickly stuffing a stale biscuit in your mouth and picking up your handbag.
You struggled to twist the knob but got it on your third try, panting. "Hello and goodbye." You breathed out, not letting the poor room service fella to speak a word. Wiping the beads of sweat off your forehead,, you glanced down at the floor. "Hmm... how about I go to a Texas boxing match?" You thought to yourself, you're one of those people that achieve literally nothing in their life and go on reddit every week, oh yeah, you heard how feisty Texans could be from reddit. "This could be interestin'." You giggled to yourself after hearing you attempt an accent. You hummed to yourself, inserting your earphones in your ears before clicking play on CBAT.
After finally arriving to where the boxing matches were held, you sighed to yourself in relief. Until, you sighted the Texan cowboy strut on stage, you audibly let out a gasp. Your heart skipped a few beats when you held eye contact with him. You swore you saw him wink directly at you. Obviously flustered, you quickly took a seat coughing to yourself. A loud bell rang, signalling that the match had started. Watching the cowboy punch his opponent was somehow... hot. You shook your head, denying those thoughts. Secretly, you were rooting for the cowboy. Biting your lip, digging your nails in to your palm ever so tightly that crescent moons were left behind. You were simply overjoyed by this match, sitting right up in your chair leaning towards where the match was held. The cowboy dodged a punch from his opponent just in time but got distracted by a certain someone in the audience, not being able to register another punch that was headed straight to his nose. You winced, squinting one eye closed. CRACK! Blood spilled from his nose, he tried putting pressure on it but to no avail, it just wouldn't stop flowing down to his chin. Crimson droplets of blood fell down his face. "Oh? Ya gon regret that bitch!" He kicked his opponent to where the sun don't shine, threw a punch full of force to his hip. He smirked seeing his opponent cower down in a defeated matter. Turning to the audience, he flexed his muscles off like a champion. "And that's how ye do it folks!"
wooo part 2 guys
