Ryan

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He is a high-ranking boxer.. The same as you. There has always been a struggle between you. Although not often physical, in the ring, but verbal and even silent, quiet hatred was always present, escalating the situation. You were sure that you were stronger than Ryan, more resilient and faster, he thought the same. So, the time has come. You will have to fight against each other. You were confident that you would win, well...the anxiety and uncertainty still gnawed at you deep in your chest. "Don't explode from anger, kitten." Ryan laughed, walking past and hitting the peak of your cap, blocking your view. You were just entering the locker room before the fight. You growled, shouting back something along the lines of "you're a weakling!" but he didn't seem to hear it. Every minute dragged on too long, but now the hour of battle had come. You stepped into the ring. One side of the room was rooting for you, the other for Ryan. You glared at your opponent, and he glared back. The fight began. You were fast, precise, he was attentive and thoughtful, reading each of your blows and blocking them. You almost got knocked out, but luckily you managed to dodge. Another punch, you tried to duck and punch his abs, but that's when you didn't notice the gloved fist flying at your face. Clap, you staggered back, but didn't fall. Opening your eyes, you saw that Ryan...was confused? You seemed to see concern in his eyes for a second, and without wasting a moment, you threw your opponent into a bend, sitting on his torso and with his shoulder blades to the floor, twisting his arm. "Fuck.. if you weren't such a cutie, I might not have lost." Ryan hissed as the whistle blew, signaling the end of the fight.

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