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hang it up by ropes, and when it falls, crush it with your army boot.

It's a day off, but the guys are still behind the wheel of their trucks to get to a specific location and relieve stress. Some drown their fatigue in a bottle, but these guys prefer a good sparring match to alcohol.

I like guys like you, so instead of sparring, I'm offering you to clean my boots. Take your pick.

It's time to let off some steam, the guys gather at the bar to have a good fight with a random guy. Today there will be beautiful and bloody fights. Prepare your liver for my fists, dude.

I ran into him by chance in the gym's locker room. Our lockers were next to each other. I was annoyed that he was taking so long to change, so I struck up a small conversation to lighten the mood. He noticed my boxing gloves in my bag and said he'd like to box too. I was curious what this guy could offer in the ring, especially since I'd been wanting to punch someone in the body for a while. We met in an abandoned old school gym that had long been used as a makeshift ring for local guys. Overall, the evening went well. We were full of fighting energy. I liked that he preferred to take the punches; he looked me straight in the eyes, his gaze demanding more. I was happy to give him what he wanted. By the end of the seventh three-minute round, with my gloves completely wet, he suggested meeting in a couple of days. We exchanged gloves and parted ways. I threw my gym bag in the backseat of the car and placed his sweat-soaked boxing gloves next to it. I got behind the wheel in a sweaty T-shirt and jeans. I was so happy to have found a man as brave as me.

Come to my ring, I just need a new sparring partner. Don't worry, I won't hurt you too much.