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U.K. Boxing Day

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Flora Ferrari

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Boxing Day in the U.K., December 26th, and this older man fighter is scheduled for the biggest boxing match of his life.

When my best friend’s sister shows up front row to watch me fight at The O2 Arena in London, England, this fighter gasps for air, because one look at her and her beauty hits me harder than any fighter ever has.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her in years, and this older man can see there’s no way she’s leaving London without me giving my first time to the only young woman I’ve ever wanted.

Fighters staying celibate is steeped in tradition, and I’m ready to create a couple traditions of my own…babies in her belly and a family tradition with her.

But will I get a chance to open up a small, velvet, black box for Boxing Day and show her just how obsessed I am with her, or will her older brother, my best friend, try and disqualify me saying that my need to claim his sister is a low blow?

I’m the best fighter in the world inside the ring, but when her brother steps in outside of it, will I be in for the fight of my life when all I ever wanted to do was start a life with her?

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“You can do it, Oliver!”

The stadium is packed to capacity, full of twenty thousand screaming, rowdy fans who’ve completely lost their minds screaming to set a new indoor decibel level.

But the only voice I hear is hers.

My eyes dart from legendary boxing announcer Michael Buffer, who stands in the middle of the ring waiting for the clock to strike midnight signaling the end of Christmas Day and the start of Boxing Day, directly to her like a hawk.

It’s like my entire body is a heat-seeking missile zeroed in on her.

The moment I see her the entire arena goes silent in my mind, fading into the background. Nothing else matters. Nothing else ever mattered, but her.

She does a little jump from her front row seat and gives me a subdued wave from her chest level. I can’t help but look as her breasts bounce from underneath the tight, white tank top she has on underneath her button down.

My cock hardens instantly, pressing against the hard plastic cup that’s secured inside the jockstrap I’ve got on.

I feel the damn thing push out as my dick fights to free itself from any and all barriers between us.

I grit my teeth so hard I can feel my mouthpiece cracking as my nostrils flare and I snarl.

I haven’t seen her in four years…the four longest years of my life.

What is she doing here?

How did she get a ticket?

And what the hell is he doing here?

“Come on, Painmaker!” he yells.

He being her brother, Ethan.

He didn’t tell me he was coming, and he sure as hell didn’t tell me he was bringing his little sister Ella, the only woman I’ve thought about since her family up and left London four years ago.

The same woman I’ve visualized each and every one of my professional opponents disrespecting up until this point, which has led to my perfect record.

That’s all it takes for me.

I train harder than anyone, but that only gets you so far.

The night before every fight I just imagine these savages I’m about to come to blows with saying something about her, or even worse, laying a hand on her.

And that’s why all my fights have ended in a first round knockout.

But tonight is different. I’ve made my way up the ranks and this fight is the biggest of them all. And to see her here takes me to another level I didn’t even know was possible.

“It’s tiiiiiiiiiiime!” Buffer says, and I know Christmas day has ended, and did I ever get the best gift in the world just in the nick of time.

Her. Here. Now.

And I’ve got a gift of my own I’ve been saving for her and her alone and I’m tired of waiting to give it to her. I’m tired of the anguish and the internal struggle.

All that’s over, as soon as I end this scrub on the other side of the ring.

“Tonight…we are going to witness the most anticipated match in the history of professional boxing,” Buffer says.

I hear the words, but I don’t take my eyes off her.

Buffer is right, because now that she’s here, I’m going to destroy this piece of trash so fast I break every record. I don’t want to wait another second to tell her how I feel about her, and how things are going to be from now on.

Mine. That’s all she needs to know. From now on she’s mine and mine alone.

I don’t care if she’s got a boyfriend or not. That’s over. I’m the only man for her and that’s how it’s always been.

“For the heavyweight championship of the world,” Buffer says into the microphone, as his voice finds another level of intensity as his words ring out through all the speakers inside the arena.


Oh yeah, I’m ready all right…ready to tear this motherfucker’s head off so I can get to my woman.

“Boxing fans, are you rrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRReady?”

I jump in place, bringing my knees up to my chest, as I get higher than I ever have before. Almost before my boxing shoes touch the mat I’m throwing shadow punches so hard into the air I could rip my rotator cuff.

Not tonight. Not a chance. Even if I did I’d destroy this guy with one arm, or no arms.

“For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world. Live…from the sold-out O2 Arena in the capital city of England and the home of the U.K. Parliament…Loooooooooondon. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s get ready to rrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRumble!”

One of the worst things a fighter can do is get too hyped up for a fight. It’s the easiest way to walk right into a fist to the jaw.

Despite the fact, that I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life.

Despite the fact, that I can feel my heart beating against my ribcage.

Despite the fact, I take no supplements, the closest I’ve come to performance enhancing drugs is an extra helping of steak and eggs…my body is in complete animal mode, more so than ever before.