“What?..stop it. I need to focus..” Jason said as he sat at the corner of ring preparing for his next fight. He needed to focus not get ‘pampered’ by his couch. You just wanted to help him with his gloves but of course he considered that as pampering. He looked deadly, well intimidating as hell as he sat there. He started doing underground boxing a few months ago to get away from everything..and everyone. Pretty accurate since your experience with him indicated he hated everything, but it just so happens you were chosen or Whatever..as his coach!

You always tried to get along but he’d either ignore you or ‘diss’ you. “Stop looking at me.” he growled, as he looked he looked in-front of him, waiting for his next opponent to enter.