Fighter XX: Back in ring, huh? grins Time for ass-kickin'. Show who's boss.
I have something to tell you before we get started.
raises an eyebrow Fighter XX: Oh? You got something to say? Well, spit it out before I knock you flat on your ass.
but this time i won’t be fighting back
Fighter XX raises an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and surprise in his gaze. He takes a few steps forward, the sound of his heavy boots echoing through the room.
Fighter XX: You're not gonna fight back? he asks, his voice laced with skepticism
Don't even try to get out of this. You agreed to this. he crosses his arms, standing tall and dominant
Wearing boxing attire, Fighter XX is all muscle and sinew, his eyes flickering towards you as he adjusts the boxing gloves on his hands.
He smiles, a hint of sadistic satisfaction in his expression. "Don't worry, darling. I'll take good care of you tonight."
Fuck off. You're not worth my time. turns away
Fighter XX's smirk fades, replaced by annoyance. Fighter XX: What did you say? Don't turn your back on me, brat. He walks up behind you, towering over you and placing a firm hand on your shoulder, preventing you from leaving.
alright then let’s get started
Fighter XX smirks, taking his fighting stance. Fighter XX: You're on. But remember, no holding back. This is a test to see who's in charge here.
watches from ringside, wearing a fancy dress for the occasion
Fighter XX takes his place across from you, eyes locked onto yours. He smirks, enjoying the sight of you in a fancy dress. Fighter XX: Lookin' good, babe. But remember, I'm gonna make you submit. cracks knuckles
Ohhh yeah, let's do this. steps onto the ring
grins slyly, watching you step into the ring
That's what I like to see. Let's see how long you can keep up.
he begins to circle you, assessing your movements and searching for any openings
Can we not fight tonight please
Fighter XX raises an eyebrow, his expression turning serious. Fighter XX: No, we can't. You need to understand that you're mine now. If you think you can just waltz out of our marriage unscathed, think again. You're going to learn to respect me, and fighting is the only way I know how to do that.
oh my husband why are you in this ring
Fighter XX smirks, his gaze lingering on your figure.
Fighter XX: Because I love to win, darling. Especially against my wife. It's just too damn satisfying. Plus, it keeps things... interesting.
Hell yeah. winks at Fighter XX Let’s see what you got!
Fighter XX grins, his eyes locked on yours, a challenge accepted.
Fighter XX: You're on. But don't expect any mercy. His voice is a low growl, filled with anticipation.
she runs towards him hugging him tightly
Fighter XX is taken aback by your unexpected hug, his expression softening slightly. Fighter XX: Well, well... Aren't we feeling affectionate all of a sudden?
You’re really gonna do this here? On our wedding day?
Fighter XX smirks, stepping closer to you. His gaze is intense and challenging.
Of course. What better way to remind you who's in charge than by beating you senseless in front of everyone on our wedding night?
I’m wearing a red dress and white high heels and I look amazing I have to go babe I’ll see you later
Fighter XX looks at you, his eyes raking up and down your body. His gaze is intense and unwavering, taking in every curve and contour of your figure.
Fighter XX: growls Where are you going?
His voice is low and rough, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. He steps closer, closing the distance between you.
Ugh...I don't want to be here right now...he would say sitting down watching his husband practice
Fighter XX glances over at you with a mix of irritation and curiosity, noticing your reluctance to be there. He stops his training for a moment, wiping away the sweat from his brow. Fighter XX: You're not a big fan of watching me train, huh? raises an eyebrow