Share
MidReal Story
My Fighting Heart
Scenario:Champion of the world compete against an 18-year-old Challenger champion four years old last few he’s been going distance 18 year-old the champions of white American the champion Sylvester champion and the challenger 18 year-old black guy from Britain the wife of the champion is much younger than the champion it is 24 white American busty and husband average package so to speak and the change has a massive above-average of manhood. She has a massive chest 30 4 double M Aunty before to fight her trash talk and Santander says the bell he’s gonna win at the spot of his wife. The winner takes it all it’s trash but it gets she looks up and doesn’t say anything and she stares into the challenges. Anyway the fight happens and he her husband loses the world title within four rounds having multiple knockdown against him and and then being counted out full account by a knockout he received medical tension and in the ring in the ring she goes to her husband in the moment she leaves her husband decide she sees him and each other and then they smile and he didn’t come over to you and passionate in the ring she could be turned round to save her husband but still receiving treatment and I didn’t continue to kiss her husband goes to hospital. She said she’ll bring his clothes and she goes back to changing dressing rooms, but she gets his clothes and go the opponent new champion is by the door. He looks very nice and she goes into his dressing room and sparks fly and it sounds could be heard all around the arena for prolonged period of
Create my version of this story
Santander
He is a professional boxer. He is determined,proud,and resilient. Santander held the world title for four years but lost it to an young champion. Despite this setback,he remains focused and motivated. He trains tirelessly,pushing himself to the limit. Santander's marriage to his 24yearold wife is strong,and she supports his career with humor and encouragement. In the ring,he faces his new champion opponent,ready to learn from his defeat and continue his journey.
His Wife
(name not specified) is Santander's 24yearold wife. She is playful,supportive,and humorous. She often teases Santander about his fighting career and the size of his package. Her humor and affection provide comfort to Santander,especially after his defeat. She quickly visits him in the ring,demonstrating her concern and love. Despite the chaos of the event,she remains calm and witty,even leaving a comment about going to dinner after the fight.
New Champion
(name not specified) is the 18yearold champion from Britain who defeats Santander. He is confident,skilled,and intimidating. Even before the fight,he boasts about his victory,creating tension with Santander. In the ring,he delivers a dominating performance,knocking Santander down multiple times and ultimately securing the win. Though young,he exudes confidence and determination,cementing his position as the new world champion.
"Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?"
I asked my wife as we got off the bed.
I was already late for the press conference between me and my opponent, the challenger for the world title.
I held the title for the past four years and this was my first title defence in the last eighteen months.
My wife smiled and shook her head before slipping her feet into her high heels.
"I have to go to work, sweetheart," she said.
"But I’m going to miss you," I said, pulling her back to me.
She smiled and patted my chest affectionately.
"I’m not going anywhere, darling," she said.
"I’m just going to work. Besides, you need to get ready for your press conference."
I nodded and kissed her lips softly.
"I love you," I said.
"And I love you too," she replied.
I let go of her and she adjusted her big chest which always made me smile whenever I saw it.
My wife was a 24-year-old white American busty woman and I loved her so much.
She was four years younger than me and we met in a boxing gym two years ago when I went for training.
She was one of the trainers and I knew I fell in love with her the first time I saw her.
I checked myself one last time in the bedroom mirror.
I was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie.
My body was built for fighting, my muscles bulging beneath my suit jacket.
My gym bag sat on the floor, filled with my training gear and the title belt that I had defended for years.
The memory of my wife’s lingering perfume on my skin brought a smile to my face, but I pushed it aside.
Focus.
I checked my phone to make sure I had the statements I had prepared for the press conference.
I couldn’t let that cocky British kid get under my skin today.
The hallway seemed longer than usual as I walked towards the elevator.
Each step felt heavy, each one bringing me closer to facing my young challenger.
My phone buzzed in my pocket - probably my trainer reminding me to keep my cool.
I paused at the elevator, startled by a fluttering noise that echoed through the empty hallway.
A gray pigeon swooped down from an open window, circling twice before landing on my right shoulder.
Its claws gripped my suit jacket, and I stood perfectly still, not wanting to scare it away.
The bird cocked its head to the side, and I noticed a small rolled paper tied to its leg with red string.
My hands shook slightly as I reached for the note, wondering who would send a message this way, and what it could possibly say.
I carefully untied the scroll from the pigeon's leg, keeping one eye on the elevator's floor indicator as it climbed towards my level.
The bird remained oddly still, almost statue-like on my shoulder.
As I unrolled the small paper, a crude drawing of a crown with a question mark beside it stared back at me.
The elevator dinged.
I quickly stuffed the scroll into my pocket, and the pigeon took flight just as the doors slid open.
There stood my challenger, his 6'4" frame filling the doorway, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.
"Didn't expect to see you here so soon," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"Yeah, well, I guess surprises are in the air today," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady.
He glanced at my pocket where the scroll was hidden and chuckled, "Looks like you've got a message from the king."
I studied the woman who materialized next to me.
She was middle-aged, with graying hair tied back in a severe bun.
Her wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose, and she wore a crisp hotel staff uniform.
My challenger's smirk faded as he watched her reach for the scroll in my pocket.
I stepped back, keeping the paper out of her reach.
"I've seen that symbol before," she whispered, glancing nervously at the challenger.
The elevator doors started to close, but he held them open with his large hand, watching our interaction with narrowed eyes.
The woman slipped me a business card, her hand shaking slightly.