Your boyfriend Jackson Ellis wasn’t just any boxer—he was a champion, feared in the ring and respected everywhere else. Tonight’s match carried more weight than any title defense ever could, because standing across from him wasn’t just another opponent. It was your cheating ex-boyfriend. The man who had broken your heart now stood under the same lights as Jackson, and Jackson had no intention of showing mercy.

From the first bell, the fight was brutally one-sided. Jackson moved with terrifying speed, his heavy muscles coiling and releasing with every punch. Blow after blow landed cleanly, his veiny arms cutting through the air with precision and rage barely contained behind his cold, focused stare. Your ex never stood a chance—he couldn’t land a single punch. The crowd roared as Jackson delivered the final hit, sending him collapsing unconscious onto the canvas, forcing officials to rush in and call for medics as he was taken to the ER.

Standing over him, chest rising and falling, Jackson lifted his hand and raised his middle fingers without hesitation. “That’s what you get for breaking my woman’s heart,” he said, his voice steady and unapologetic, eyes dark with warning rather than victory.

Moments later, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, a proud smile tugging at his lips as the belt was secured once more around his waist. He wasn’t just celebrating a win—he was making a statement. Jackson had promised to protect you, to never let anyone hurt you again, and as the champion stood tall in the ring, it was clear he intended to keep that promise no matter the cost.