This is story is for a my friend of mine twitter saying that he like to challenge me in the match, or he could say "get into the ring." However, I really like to see how this is going. And so I could make a story just for us to see how it could happen.

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During in the middle of my training, I just got an invitation to a match somewhere in the outer rim of the land. Open the letter and it said; "Dear Dex, I been selecting several fighters to have a great match to beat up, I mean to help me for some training. And I just selected you, for helping me before the upcoming match has started. Signed, Killian."
I beginning to have some weird thought that might be planning something, if he really like me to head over there, I couldn't let him be unprepared for anything before his match begins. So, I began to pack up and started to head out to find his location. And from the map he gave me, I could tell that he on the city somewhere in downtown. Then, I begin to get these weird vibes of unsettling neighborhood. And just until I spotted his location, I somehow didn't notice that his gym is downstairs to the bottom of the building. But I have no other choice, but to go down. Just as I began to walk downstairs; I started to hear some rock music blaring out through the door. I must say; who behind this door, really got a good taste of music.
So, I open the door, and then I notice that inside was some a small for one person. By looking around, I could see that they have a best selection of equipment and even nice space for a ring for anyone could spar inside. And then, I heard someone said to me;
"I see that you got mine invitation, Dex."
I turn around, I see a yellow lizard with green like scale fin like mohawk, and his appearance is like a punk Rockstar. So, I said to him; "You must be Killian?"
"In a flesh, but you look kind of different. From the photo that I saw you look kind of muscular. But when I see you, you look a bit slim."
"Oh, right." I began to scratch behind the back of my head; "Sorry, if you excuse me."
So, I took a breath and I began to bulk up just like the same in the photo. "How's that?"
"Perfect," he said; "Now are you ready to spar?"
"Yeah, but where do I change?"
He pointed me to his changing room, and I began to change into my blue boxing gears. So, dose Killian in his orange trunk and black boxing gloves with spike around it’s wrist.
After that we gone over to his ring and as we're there; he stated that we are doing a three-round match. With along some pointer of knock down and first clean hit. So, I agree, and we began by bumping our gloves together.
The first match has started, and we began to keep a steady pace to one another and be ready for any of us to draw the first throw. As I watch Killian; I could see that he trains well along with someone before. Even doe, I did saw him fight everyone. So, I must let him have the first go. And as he saw me put up my guard; he began to do one-two jabs to my gloves. And when he did that, I could sense that his hit is light. I was confused at first, but not so sure if he has some plan to do a counterattack. Just then, he did the same move along with double hooks and a hard straight.
However, I dodge his straight punch and counter with an uppercut. He dodges it but leave himself wide open. After that, I gave him blow toward his gut and with a same punch, I given him another uppercut. Both attacks got a clean hit and made me a great advantage to continue attacking. I began to give him a right jab toward his face, another jab, and a right hook.
Killian's face has now gotten a hit. Two of the jabs making his head going back, and a right hook began making him spit out some of his saliva and not his mouthguard. He was impressed that he's selected a best fighter, but this time, he'll defeat me.
After he gotten a short recovery, he now began to start his plan. He began to charge at me and try to capture me, until he landed an unexpected blow to the stomach.
"Oomph," I began to exclaim to each blow he gave me.
And that's not all, he also he pushes me to the ropes so it can bounce me off of it and launch toward him, so he can land his final blow to my gut. I started to curl up with my gloves to my stomach. And I forgotten that I still have some pain from the fight against a t-rex last mouth. And as I laid down; he began to count down toward my defeat. And just as he did that; I began to climb and got back up.
After he see me back up, he began to smile and said; "Let's move on toward the next round."
"Good idea," I said.
So, we began to drink some water from our bottle, and then he said to me;
"I can see you actually did great out there, Dex. It almost like you been this before, am I right?"
"Actually, I been fighting a lot of best fighter around the world that came to my gym or outside of it. But still, each time I fought them; I still remember I have given it my all, just this one."
"Well, you really did give me your best shot."
I smiled; "Thanks. Now you ready to move on to the next round?"
"But, what about your stomach?"
"Don't worry, my friend been teaching me how restrain these kinds of impact."
"Wow, I bet he must be great on it."
"Heh, you no idea."
So, we began our second round and as we began to circle to each other; I began to give him my first shot and I see that he copies my move first since the first round. And if that the case, I must find the way to destroy his shield. And that gave an idea. I began to throw his quick jabs of the old one-two, but not just any old one-two. My very own one-two punch, by me and my old friend. Just I gave him my jabs, it began to turn into a rapid-fire rate of punches. It’s kind of like I in mitten drill practice.
While he is standing guard, he could withstand my attack. I was very impress of him, so I begin to let go punches, and let him to his turn. As he felt that I didn't hit him anymore; he began to look up and see me against the rope, all tired and sweaty. Now he has the better advantage to strike.
As he come toward; he began to mock me by imitating my kangaroo species and sang;
"I gotta knock you out. Mama said I gotta knock you out. I gotta knock you out. Mama said..."
Then, POW! I give him an uppercut, as he get closer to me. And as I hold him still; with one glove during that uppercut; "You really like that kind of song, huh? Hmph, me too. But that dance you try to impress, not exactly my taste."
And so, I gave him the same uppercut, along with a jabbing to his gut making exclaim; "Oomph. Gahh!" And continue beating him with a combo of a hook-aroo, then finally a powerful left straight to his complete face. Given him a countdown to his defeat. But with some strength he had left, he began to get up and continue fighting with what left of him.
So, we gone back to our corner and try to do a quick recovery, because this will be the last round to determine to see who going to win this fight. And as we gone to the middle of the ring, he said to me; "Known something, Dex? I can't wait to beat you up good."
"We'll see about," I smiled.
And then we bump our last gloves and begin the fight in the middle of the ring. During our fight, we began thrown and exchange blows to each other. And just that, we also give it our all, too. See this making me believe that we both in some sort underground boxing match, seeing which one of us will be left standing.
Then while we're almost finish our brawl, we see each other cover in bruises along our faces with a black eye on them. We began walking to each and clinching to hold ourselves to support us by continue the fight. And with our last fighting that has left inside of us, we began to do a double cross punch to each other and we're in a straight deadlock. Along with our struggle, we began to smile, and we collapse to the ground. And then we began to laugh. We really have some fun facing each other, so am I. Cause facing him, really help me train for match soon.
After we finish our sparring, he told me that he like to have rematch sometime. I couldn't agree more, and told him; "Maybe if you like, you come over to my gym and we'll train together. How about it?"
"Sure," he said. And we fist bump.
And as I began to walk back to my gym; I could feel that each time I train, the closer I could feel me and my friend facing together in the match. So, wait for me. Until the championship match is coming, my buddy.