50 Cent Floyd Mayweather Gif Novels & Stories

Doc Fox deadpans. That Woman openly eyes Gator with disgust as if he is unworthy to be there with his tattooed hand outstretched. Gator can tell what her thoughts are and gives her a predatory smile. “Tee is the world champion in his weight class for mixed martial arts. He is undefeated,” Angel says, smiling at him openly with pride. “We are very proud of him,” Fox comments. That Woman places her hand in Gator’s. He brings her knuckles to his lips for a swift brush. “Oh exciting, I’m sure you are very proud.”

Upon seeing me, she jumped excitedly and walked towards me. "You must be the groom. I'm Ronella." she stretched her hand out, and I grasped it hesitantly. Melody spun on her seat, and black eyes connected with mine. "I can tell You are going to make the finest babies ever. Just wait till I cover that bruise up. Mel told me you are the next Floyd Mayweather. I can see that now.No one would have survived that hit. But you did." gosh! Did she have to speak so much? so loud?

Even if I need the money, I’d never fight that guy. “Are you insane? I’m a featherweight compared to that beast. There are still many years left in this body and I do not have a fucking death wish,” I say, scoffing, then walk towards the one who spoke and punch him in the gut. “And it's Cherie, assholes.” Fuck, five million would make all my problems disappear, but I’m desperate, not dumb. When I round the corner to head into the gym, my heart nearly jumps into my throat, but I keep walking.

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

"Prepare yourself to be amazed." They walked in. Amazing wasn't grand enough a word to describe the place. It had everything 5th Street had only a hundred times better. Giant black-and-white stills of some of boxing's greats adorned the wall—Joe Frazier, Sugar Ray, Mohammad Ali, Tyson, and, very notably, two of East LA's finest, Cesar Chavez and the Golden Boy himself, De La Hoya. It was a gym fit for a king, no doubt. Felix's picture would soon fit right up there. Gio was suddenly overwhelmed with pride. "And this is just a gym. Isn't this crazy?"

he responded like it was no big deal. He probably is. Bruce can get hit by Floyd Mayweather and shrug it off like a bee sting.

And it was going come back and bite him in his ass. Someone help me out my dumb stupid self, please. Sorin pleaded mentally. Sorin's mobile pinged indicating he had a message and it woke him up from his self depreciating thoughts. Removing the phone from his pocket he saw his screen light up with the message Where are you? from Maceo. I am going to the ring to fight Sorin typed back. Why? I thought you didn't have any fights for today? Maceo replied. Just want to Sorin again replied.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get