He took one look at her and he knew, she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl that knew exactly when to be bad.
Narrator
Tonight was one of UFC's biggest fights ever. World's two of the top fighters, Conor McGregor and Justin Bieber are competing against one another. With both of them winning a total of 30 fights, is gonna be a tough fight.
Justin had a reputation of sleeping with numerous women in the media and feuds with other fellow UFC fighters. Many women wanted to be his property but Justin doesn't trust not a single soul despite his past.
Growing up with no mother or father was hard for a kid to have no source of guidance in his life.
But that all changed when he was taken under his foster father's wing and became his trainee.
He saw something in him, potential, determination. He didn't see a broken boy that suffered so many years.
Being bullied and abused was what changed Justin. He was this innocent, yet quiet boy that never quite spoke much.
Now he's cold, angered, and strong. No one dared to step to him, despite his semi-muscular/ lanky form, no one underestimated his abilites.
The sound of the stadium's echoes of fans from both opponents, filled the room.
Bouncing, getting into his mode, Justin stared straight ahead as his coach, hyped him up for what he was going to be faced with.
The sound of the cheers were euphoric to him. It gave him motivation to give his all in every match he's ever faced.
"In the right corner, lightweight champion, weighing at 154 lbs, "The Notorious" Conor McGregor!" The reporter announced as half of the stadium became loud.
He jogged his way to the ring and stood in corner, prepping himself.
"In the left corner, lightweight champion, weighing at 146lbs, Justin "Bankroll" Bieber!" He ran out, also jogging to his spot on the ring, ready for the big fight.
Justin
"Listen to me Jay, you got this. You show 'em what you're made of. Understand?" I nodded to the voice of my father's words, putting my guard in my mouth.
He began the rest of his pep talk but I was captured by an image; an image that I couldn't keep my eyes off of.
Her skin, glowing with such gold. She look unbelievably gorgeous. Her stare, her eyes.........
She gave me a slight smirk, crossing her legs, exposing her smooth chocolate legs.
"Bieber!" I snapped from the goddess's gaze. "You're on, pay attention." He pat me on the back before motioning me to go in the ring.
McGregor in his corner, prepping with his mouth guard; bouncing away with his manager hyping his head up for this match.
We came face to face, the ref between us, telling the normality of the rules before we hit our gloves, the bell dings, indicating that round 1 has begun.
