Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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ZANE
THERE'S NOTHING I hate more than someone who can't mind their own fucking buissness, so why can't I?
Last Friday night I beat The Viper, as expected. But I noticed something, someone, the girlfriend?
I've seen her before at other fights but never properly.
She looked really sad.
Her copper hair was tied back neatly into a ponytail and she bit anxiously on her nails. Anyone would think she was just nervous for the fight and that she didn't want to see her boyfriend get beat up but I feel like there's something more.
The whole fight she stared at the floor and only at the end did she take notice. I watched the colour drain from her face and fear take over her demeanour. I could see the tears in her eyes and the way her body shook.
So I hung back after everyone left because I noticed that she didn't move. I wanted to make sure that she was okay but I didn't want to scare her.
I don't know what was wrong with me.
I've never taken interest in a girl like that before.
My suspicions were confirmed when he appeared across the room. He screamed "Mae" at the poor girl who looked scared shitless making her flinch and get up to run after him.
I tucked myself behind the corner but caught her looking back.
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Friday nights are fight nights, and fight nights are my favourite nights of the week.
There's something about getting into the ring to fight. The way everything else around mutes and my thoughts go almost quiet, the only words ringing through my head being my next moves, or an assessment of my opponent.
Boxing is like chess. It's a mental game just as much as it is a physical game. Because anyone can just throw their fists around and hope for the best but winning a match fairly takes a lot of skill. You have to assess the other fighter, watch for their habits and small mistakes that they make early on and then you take advantage of them.
My opponent is not my enemy. We're on the same side. The whole point is that you test each other, push each other, until someone wins. No matter if you win or lose, you learn just the same.
All of that goes out of the fucking window when it comes to The Viper.
I fight that asshole to win no matter what. We will never be on the same side.
Despite knowing the guy for many years and training alongside him at the gym most nights a week and the fact that he's not actually done anything to me personally, I really fucking hate him. There's something off about him, I can feel it.
