hopeless

Chapter 3

Nicholas's pov:

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as i entered the ring, exuding an aura of raw power and confidence. The crowd's murmurs transformed into a thunderous roar, recognizing the formidable force that stood before them. It was clear to everyone present that you were the stronger boxer, the embodiment of strength and skill.

As the bell chimed, initiating the bout, I immediately took control of the ring. My footwork was precise and agile, propelling I effortlessly around my opponent. With each step, i asserted my dominance, showcasing the power that resided within me

My first punch landed with a resounding thud, a testament to my superior strength. The force behind it sent tremors through the air, momentarily stunning my adversary. I moved with fluidity and grace,my punches flowing seamlessly, effortlessly finding their mark. Each blow carried the weight of my determination, leaving no doubt as to who the stronger fighter was who takes Control who's better in this place. Andrews eyes were filled with anger and fire. Andrew was my favorite enemy to play with let's say he's my rival .. he wants to take my place it's either by making me weak or kill me completely, but that's not how it works if I wanted to kill him I would have done that in so long but it's the technique we use.. he's useful in some way.. I could get so much from such an idiot,

My opponent, realizing the vast chasm that separated my abilities, attempted to mount a defense. Yet, their efforts were in vain as i skillfully dodged his feeble attacks, employing a combination of swift footwork and impeccable reflexes. It was as if I anticipated his every move, leaving them bewildered and frustrated.

With each passing second,my dominance in the ring became more apparent. My punches thundered through the air, connecting with precision and devastating impact. The crowd watched in awe as my opponent struggled to withstand the relentless onslaught, this strength waning with each blow.

I was a force to be reckoned with, an unstoppable juggernaut, and the crowd recognized it. Their cheers grew in intensity, echoing through the arena, an acknowledgement of my indomitable strength.

As the final bell tolled, I stood tall and undefeated. Sweat glistened on my brow, testament to the exertion I had poured into the fight. The crowd erupted into a standing ovation, acknowledging my skill, power, and unwavering dominance.

In that moment,I knew that I had showcased not just physical strength, but also the mental fortitude required to harness and wield it. I had proven myself as a formidable boxer once again as always , leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of the sport. And as I basked in the adulation and triumph, I knew that this fight would be remembered as a testament to your unparalleled strength and prowess I was looking at Andrew who was laying on the ground passed out, his blood everywhere I couldn't lie I've got hurt too, he was strong but do you think stronger than me?

I just came back from the match and I was tired as fuck I burst inside the mission , feeling exhausted taking over my body my muscles are tense and sore the bruises on my face and scratches I smirk at my own thoughts I walks down the long hallway the walls are dark red painted with our family pictures and aesthetic painted are hanging on the wall I saw my brother walking down the stairs while playing on his phone as soon as he realized I came back home he runs towards me like a child who just saw his father me and my brother aivan are so close no one in the family dares to look at me in the eyes yet aivan is totally a jerk to me I love him I don't deny I will protect him with my soul and my heart but we never show that love we either make fun of each other or find each other at bars...

I waved at aivan and he looks at me with heart In his eyes he loves whenever I come home after winning another match as always

"my brother looks fine as hell"
He yells at me face and taps my cheeks multiple times I roll my eyes and smirks