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Part thirty nine

Ivory

That clown ass reporter had me hot and so did Raquel, my opponent. I could feel myself wanting to explode but was trying my hardest to keep it contained.

No matter how big my following was, I was the underdog so i felt like I had ten times the pressure. I wish shit ain't go left with me and Amira but fuck it. I craved her presence and missed my number one supporter. I had to push these new feelings that this Love shit was giving me. I felt fucking sick without that girl and was sensing she needed me even though last time we laid eyes it was a big argument bout Mo childish antics.

Third Round Bell rang out

"Ivory pay attention!" Frank my trainer shouted as I felt myself getting rocked wide open in the face.

Out of anybody I ever fought this nigga lasted in the ring with me the longest and the same went for him for me. I had heavy hands and was compared to old school boxer Julian Jackson who had one hitter quiter hands and one of the most dangerous pound for pound boxers

I shook it off. Refocusing and putting my guard back up. I faked a right and he left himself exposed trying to swing back. I uppercutted him with a mean left that stumbled Raquel to the ropes. Before he could recover I hit him in his chin sending him on his knees.

"ONE!" The ref shouted

Raquel looked dizzy and winded but before Ref could count to three he was back up and trying to corner me with a furry of punches.

The Ref got in between us as commenters hyped every move we made over the intercom.

The crowd was thick full of legends, celebrities and media

I danced and swung my head in a circle teasingly like this shit was a joke. Fuck Raquel. He wasn't connecting and I knocked him in his chin again. This time he stood his ground cursing me in his native tounge

"Yeah that's my muthafucking nigga right there!" Bricks shouted.

We both got water and I watched as Raquel stared me down like he was ready kill a nigga. I knew his strategy would be Heavily  on defensive just because my punches were powerful. I wasn't even bragging that's just what the fuck it is

"I'm not into that gay shit you on taco. I only get ate by bitches" I chuckled.

"You cocky huh? We'll see, After my win I might just find your bitch and give her some real dick" Raquel taunted. I smirked at him licking my mouth peice. If he thought I was going wig out he had me fooled. Boxing was more then just physical it was mental too

Frank my trainer cursed under his breath waiting to see how I would respond

"don't loose your fucking cool! And get distracted. Keep your head in the ring! " he shouted taping my back to stand back up

I shrugged my shoulders as we both stood. Waiting for the bell

These fucking cameras flashed so much that shit was almost blinding. Me and Raquel sparred straight up for a second. He was aggressive and hit me so hard I saw fucking stars for a second. He followed up with a punch to the gut

"Yeah Papi! I'm the King of the Ring!" He went to the ropes, both hands in the air as the crowd roared

soon as he turned around I watched how he held his guards. The minute he switched his stance I took advantage and hit him right between his hands slipping through to his nose. I could hear the crunch of me breaking his nose as blood poured out.

I swung showing no mercy as I pounded him as he cornered himself . My hands were to quick so I literally pummeled his face in red. Niggas didn't box like back in the day. No offense to Mayweather but he danced around the ring because he was the greatest defensive boxer. Once I was in my zone you were my prisoner. I didn't stop untill the Ref forced me off me cursing and yelling at me that "I'm out of bounds" I got four points deducted for that shit but I smiled at Raquel who looked pitiful

Raquel was on the ground bloody and struggling back to stand. The Ref counted down again "One!" "Two!" "Three!"

"Yo! Yo! Yo! Ref it's an emergency! It's bout Ivory girl. I'm sorry bruh but she's gone"

"What the fuck You mean she's gone?" I followed Bricks voice and found myself feeling like my head was almost knocked off. My ear rang in my head. Never in my life I fought someone with so much heart. I admired Raquel because he wasn't a coward. Mad niggas were scared to fight me but he wasn't. I could feel a split above my eyebrow. Raquel wasn't no slouch and I could feel myself ready to murder his ass. All that sneak hitting shit I had no respect for

I called for a timeout and went right to Bricks
"Man finish this Nigga. Amira been kidnapped bruh. These niggas just sent your phone a text of her gagged. I didn't even wanna tell you but-"

"What the fuck you mean you ain't wanna tell me? Her life more important then This fucking game! She got my seed in her stomach! Fuck this fame, money, all of this shit. Yo call the owners and trainers. I'm forfeiting, I gotta go" I felt like my world was ending. I felt sick to my stomach. My gut was telling me something wasn't right but I just chalked it up as to me missing her. I was so angry I was foaming at the mouth like a pit

Here I was in Las Vegas living out my dream and my girl was living in nightmare. I never felt so violated and disrespected. It's Like every time I tried to leave the streets I was being pulled back in but this time was different

I took off my gloves as I was slammed full force with my team and media

"Woah woah woah! What are you doing?" Frank looked like he aged overnight as he stepped to me pulling me to the Aside

"I need you back in there! You got this! Boy you got the hands of bricks. Go lay his ass out! I overheard ya boy. Do this for you. For ya ole lady! Don't take ya exit like this. Please. I'm not saying disregard your business but tie up all loose ends"

i wouldn't even feel right going back into the ring. I didn't even give a fuck about this shit at this point. Every minute and second was important. I was in Las Vegas and she was back home. I know it would take time. I swallowed hard making my decision

I got back in the ring after everyone was speculating I was about to forfeit the game. I wasn't even guarding myself as I should. I just waited for Raquel to come close. I felt like a boiling pot of water. I tired my hardest for my eyes not to water as my rage built inside. Who would be that bold to take her? What enemies lurked in the shadows and caught me slipping?

"Man fuck this yo. My girl needs me" I turned around. My heart wasn't in this when my heart was in danger. My unborn in danger. I would fuck around and kill this nigga with my hands just because the type of heat I felt inside me right now. I could hear the wind coming my way and knew it was Raquel nearing me. He could have this shit

"K.O BITCH" my reflex wouldn't allow me to just stand there even though I was bout to walk away . I caught him by surprise hitting him with a two peice so hard hell flew between the ropes and crashed into the chairs with people who paid for floor seats. I knocked him out of the ring.

Since he was knocked out the ring they counted down to Twenty. Streams of confetti and people screamed in excitement as it was announced I was the new champion

I had won the game but it wasn't the feeling I expected. I didn't even give a fuck to stay once the crowd went ham over my win with an even bigger check than I expected of $100 million. I was expected to be at the Olympics coming next spring as a contender to represent The United  States Championship but all that shit meant absolutely nothing right not.

It was murking season and all I could taste was blood

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