Post a small piece of fiction based on the world of boxing. I will start with an example, of course.
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Story 1: It Needs To Marinate
Canelo woke up. He once again had a nightmare of lying helplessly in the ring while a victorious Golovkin was receiving the love of the crowd. It was a bad night, but it didn't neccesarily mean that the day would be bad. Canelo decided to get himself some breakfast and forget about it. It was time for some deepfried chocolate cake. However, before he managed to put his teeth into it, Oscar came and took it away.
- "Canelo. You know that you can't do this, right? You're never gonna cut weight for Liam Smith if you keep eating like this"
- "I have lost weight already!"
- "Well. Let's see about that"
Oscar and Canelo went to the bathroom and weighted Canelo. His weight was at 185lbs.
- "See? You're too fat" Oscar said.
- "Why can't I just fight at 168lbs? There is no Golovkin there and I'm tired of this sick weight loss"
- "Because you're not gonna last there! I'm thinking about your safety!"
Canelo couldn't believe his own ears. Oscar was doubting his abilities.
- "I have had enough" Canelo cried as he left the house.
Outside, a group of people approached him.
- "Oh, look, it's Cowardnelo. When are you gonna fight Golovkin?"
- "In Mexico, we don't **** around!" Canelo cried and ran back to his house. This was getting too much.
- "Oscar, I feel that I should just fight Golovkin and take my loss like a man. People are losing their respect for me"
- "Okay. The fight will happen"
- "I'm a bit nervous. When will it happen?"
Oscar softly kissed him on the lips.
- "When you're ready. The fight just needs to marinate"
It continued like that for a few years, until both Canelo and Oscar got destroyed by a meteor... The end.
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Story 1: It Needs To Marinate
Canelo woke up. He once again had a nightmare of lying helplessly in the ring while a victorious Golovkin was receiving the love of the crowd. It was a bad night, but it didn't neccesarily mean that the day would be bad. Canelo decided to get himself some breakfast and forget about it. It was time for some deepfried chocolate cake. However, before he managed to put his teeth into it, Oscar came and took it away.
- "Canelo. You know that you can't do this, right? You're never gonna cut weight for Liam Smith if you keep eating like this"
- "I have lost weight already!"
- "Well. Let's see about that"
Oscar and Canelo went to the bathroom and weighted Canelo. His weight was at 185lbs.
- "See? You're too fat" Oscar said.
- "Why can't I just fight at 168lbs? There is no Golovkin there and I'm tired of this sick weight loss"
- "Because you're not gonna last there! I'm thinking about your safety!"
Canelo couldn't believe his own ears. Oscar was doubting his abilities.
- "I have had enough" Canelo cried as he left the house.
Outside, a group of people approached him.
- "Oh, look, it's Cowardnelo. When are you gonna fight Golovkin?"
- "In Mexico, we don't **** around!" Canelo cried and ran back to his house. This was getting too much.
- "Oscar, I feel that I should just fight Golovkin and take my loss like a man. People are losing their respect for me"
- "Okay. The fight will happen"
- "I'm a bit nervous. When will it happen?"
Oscar softly kissed him on the lips.
- "When you're ready. The fight just needs to marinate"
It continued like that for a few years, until both Canelo and Oscar got destroyed by a meteor... The end.
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