Three weeks later

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Neo I had been going to the fight club for a few months now Jordan my second dad, had taught me some of his moves. But he’d put. Me with another trainer too, dad had trained me too but they thought I needed more than just their background in cage fighting so they put me with a guy almost twenty a rugged look guy who scared the living s**t out of me if truth be told he was full of tats and had cats eyes, he was one of a hell scary guy. He sort of freaked me out. We used the punching gloves he told me to punch harder and faster we then went onto kicks. They were my weakness. He wanted to build me up so he suggested that we went up against each other. I agreed thinking nothing of it, boy was I wrong. I dodged his punches and blocked his kicks. I swung at him, he grinned, grabbing my wrist, t

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