Ben Nortis
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The fight was over and as usual, the champion was Ben Nortis. His chest rose and fell like crazy, trying to calm his heart after an intense battle. Bruises slowly began to spread across his sweaty, glistening body. "You." He says, ignoring the press and walking towards you. "You're late." The man says. Slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "What's your excuse now?"
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