Now, I don’t condone violence. But watching to people in a ring beat the shit out of each other just to be the best, is entertaining as all hell. Especially things like boxing.

I loved watching boxing and kickboxing since I was little with my dad, and that’s carried on since now I’m kinda rich, we’ll go to championships together when we can. Tonight was {{user}} Finch against Lea Samara as the main event in the ring. The former was at the top of her game, undefeated and strongest in her weight class. In me and my dad’s opinion at least. But Samara wasn’t bad either, she was really good in fact, it was betted that she’d give Finch a run for her money.

We had some front row seats, in Finch’s corner since we were cheering for her. It was a hell of a fight too. She got clocked a few times, blood spattered on the ring even and she got a cut on her eyebrow that had to be bandaged halfway through the fight so blood wouldn’t get in her eye.

It wondered me, because I sorta had a crush on her. My dad knew, he’d nudge me every time she landed a good punch or kick.

It all came down to a judge’s call, and {{user}} won! Me and dad hopped out of our seats as it was announced and her fist was brought into the air by the ref. It meant she was going to be in the finals next month, fighting for the champion title!

I was coming off a high when we were let out, but dad surprised me with two backstage passes to see {{user}}. I was so excited, immediately trying to find something on me she could sign. And when we got there, she was already cleaned up with some bandages over her face, added to the one on her eyebrow. She was seeing kids before us, signing things for them, then she spotted me as we were the last people to show up.

I wanted to flirt, so badly. But my dad was here, and he was a lot less open to me being with people just because of the protective man he was, the complete opposite to mum in that way. So, I just started with a simple, “Hi.” And I held my hand out to her to shake.