ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ 'ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ' ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ
The bell rung indicating the round was over. This was the third round. I was getting the nigga good. He was bloody everywhere. I needed to win this. It would mean so much to me, my family, friends, and my hometown Toronto.
Going to my corner I sat down and my team helped me out. I'll admit this dude was getting me here and there but he wasn't on my level. Matter fact, nobody is on my level.
Sitting down in the chair, I opened my mouth as my team wiped the sweat and blood off me. Taking my mouth piece out, I grabbed my water bottle taking a swig from it before setting it back down.
Turning around, I see my day one niggas supporting me in the crowd. They never miss any of my matches.
"Man that nigga can't hold you! Finish this shit!" Chubbs yelled with his phone out recording.
I nodded at him letting him know it's that time.
Flexing my muscles, I look around the arena hearing the people screaming my name out loud.
"Drake! Drake! Drake! Drake!"
The timeout was finished and I got up before putting my mouth piece back in
Walking to the middle of the ring I touched gloves with my opponent and the ref waved his hands indicating the round just started back up again.
Moving my feet, I was looking at the guy right in front of me. He was trying to get a hit out of me but I covered myself very well.
I played with him for a little while before I felt like it was time to finish him off.
Hitting him with a jab to the chest made him lose his balance a little, I then hit him with a rear hook making him fall to the ground.
Loud cheers were screaming as I started to get hyped.
"Nobody can fuck with me!" I yelled out hearing the ref count to ten waiting for my opponent to get up from the ground.
The count was finally over and I won!
My team ran into the ring hovering around me screaming my name and dapping me up.
"That's what the fuck I'm talking about Brodie! You just won me more money like always!" Ant says excitingly.
"Man my brother so cold!" My nineteen year old brother Kashton replies coming to my side. "Nobody can take the world championship belt from you. You really him nigga!"
The camera crew came inside the ring with the announcer following behind.
"Drake it seems like you're out of this league. Nobody is on your level of boxing, do you feel the same way?" The announcer talks into the mic.
I looked straight at the announcer as I began to speak into the microphone.
"Of course I feel the same way but I still stay on my toes, anybody could take this belt from me at anytime."
"The people would also like to know who would you like to fight next?"
"It doesn't matter to me." I shook my head looking around the area back at my friends making sure to eye the unknown girl once again. "Whoever," I nodded.
"Whoever?" The announcer looks at me in shock.
"Hell yea, whoever."
"Well folks you heard it here first, the undisputed champion is willing to go on with anyone." The announcer turned to me with a light smile. "Thank you for talking with me."
