Boxer Pria Novels & Stories

he shakes his head again in mocking disagreement, and I gotta admit, I kind of like this weird dude. "You know," he starts, "I've seen a shitload of boxers. Good boxers, brilliant boxers, but they could never keep on punching a punching bag, much less that bag you just took it all out on, for as long as you did." he tells me and I shrug. "I used to train boxing." I tell him. "Well, you're brilliant at boxing, my boy, and I wanted to offer you something." he tells me. "What?" I ask.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.