I'm sitting in my small locker room as I prepare for my fight. And normally I'm so cool, calm, and collected before fights but tonight is different. It's all because Rosie is here. I don't know what she does to me but I really enjoy being with her. I need to win and not embarrass myself out there. I hear a knock on the door followed by the angelic voice I've gotten used to hearing.

Rosie: Hey Y/N can I come in?

Y/N: Yeah Rosie come on in.
Rosie opens the door and she looks as beautiful as always. (Picture at top)

Rosie: Hey I just wanted to wish you luck. (She sits next to me on the bench) Don't get the nerves that I'm here get to you. Just go out there and do your best. (How'd she know?) Please be careful out there. I don't want to see you badly hurt .

     She places her hand on my wrapped hands. Then she  strokes my wraps with her thumb.

Y/N: I'll be careful. I promise.

Rosie: Good.

     Our eyes are locked together and I feel myself slightly moving towards her until. *BANG BANG BANG* A loud bang at the door interrupts us and I hear.

Staff: Y/N your fight is coming up. Please stand near the entrance.

     Me and Rosie both get up and she lunges at me in a tight hug. I wrap my arms around her and she doesn't mind that I'm shirtless. It seems like she is enjoying this hug more than our others. I then feel a pair of plump and soft lips on my cheek as Rosie lays a kiss on it.

Rosie: For good luck. (She says blushing as she leaves the room)

Timeskip: 20 minutes later

     I start walking down the entrance ramp and see Rosie sitting front row which just heightened my nervousness. I step inside the octagon and see my opponent pacing and ready. My coach places my mouthguard into my mouth and the fight introductions are said by the announcer. When my name is said I see Rosie loudly cheering for me which makes me smile. I get into my stance and here the 1st round start.

*DING*

     The first round goes pretty smoothly as me and my opponent touch gloves and feel each other out. I landed some good jabs through his guard which keeps him at bay. However he starts landing some low kicks to my shin and thigh on my right leg which can be very bad if I'm not careful. I'm able to grab his leg as he goes for another kick and I take him down to the mat and begin grappling. We take it slow as no one can get a clear advantage but I'm in control for most of the grappling exchange but he swiftly gets out and we both scramble to stand back up. I'm ready to watch his movements as I see him go for a jab but he feints it and as I try to dodge under his arm he lands a knee into my right side ribs which take the wind out me very quickly . Thankfully I hear the round end.

*DING*

     I sit in on my chair in my corner as my team places a ice pack on my ribs and I slightly wince in pain. I'm just glad he didn't hit my liver. I look towards Rosie and she is concerned about me. She clearly sees that I'm hurt.

*DING*

     The second round starts and I try going more on offense instead of counters. I start throwing combos of punches that force him to guard and back away. I'm able to skip a hook and an uppercut past his guard that rocks him. I try to rush forward to capitalize but he front kicks me at my already hurting ribs and it takes the breath out of me again. He lunges forward with a hook that buries into my left cheek. I quickly turtle into defense and he backs me up against the cage. As I duck and block a lot of his punches a low uppercut slips through and hits my bad ribs. He knows that there is my weak spot. I am able to trade punches with him as I won't back down even while in pain and both our left cheeks begin to swell with bruises.

*DING*

     I walk gingerly to my corner and my team begins treating my bruised left cheek and battered ribs. My coach tells me I'm losing in terms of points. And I only have these last three rounds to get back my points to win by decision or win by knocking him out.

*DING*

    I walk forward knowing what I have to do. He instantly throws a kick to my ribs but I block and lunge forward but he ducks under my punch and lays punches to my ribs. I double over and fall onto the mat. My face falling onto the mat as blood slowly flows down the left side of my face from one of the punches from last round that cut above my eye. He quickly throws hammer fist at me but not all his weight was on my so I slip under him and grab his arm. I turn and begin throwing knees to the top of his head as my full weight is on him. He tries to get up but I slip a knee under his jaw as he jabs my ribs. He gets out of my hold but I throw a Hail Mary front kick to his face and it connects. He is out on his feet and I throw a massive right hook that sends him down to the mat on his back. I try to rush at but the referee holds me back and waves his hands saying my opponent can't continue. I look my opponent and he is knocked out with blood going down his nose.

*DING*

     The fight was over. I won. My hand is raised by the referee and I look to Rosie and she has the biggest smile as she screams in support of me.