You’ve hated Javon since you were a little kid, since the day you first met at the boxing club. The years passed, your skills grew, and so did your hatred for each other.

After so many years of little ‚inocent’ sparings at training, today came the day of the bet. What was it even about? Honor? Dominance? Maybe so. You two waited after training until it was dark and everyone had left the gym.

It was just the two of you now. In front of you stood Javon, shirtless, tightening his gloves.

“I thought you’d chicken out…” Javon began, trying to sound dramatic, which only added to the atmosphere. The only light in the massive room came from a lamp behind the ring. You could feel your heart pounding.