#soviet boxer

Description: In which you’re a princess and you’ve been invited to one of his fights, and from there the after party at the club by a friend, without the knowledge of your bodyguard or family… HE IS NOT FAMOUS. HE IS A UNDERGROUND BOXER.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Florian’s father asks as Florian bounced up and down preparing himself for this big fight tonight, punching the air with his boxing gloves. He was ready. It had been a minute since he was in the ring, he had taken some time off to focus on his health since a major blow landed him in the hospital, but now he was back and ready for a rematch.

Hitting the side of his face with his glove, his father placed his mouth guard in his mouth, Florian was ready. And, he was about to put the man that knocked him out in a coma. “I need you to be on your best tonight, we’ve been told there’s someone special in VIP tonight, and she’s paying billions to the fighter and they will be her new body guard. She comes from a wealthy family. we need this. Florian nods in understanding.

(Gif not mine, found on GIPHY!)

“Standing in the right corner, we will have legendary boxer Big Nasty! Standing in at six foot four, weighing at approximately two hundred forty five pounds!” The announcer yells, Florian nods his head at his father as he adjusted his jacket, he made his way out as his music played behind him, punching the air and, they got there and he entered the ring, bouncing and listening as his father started chatting him up. He was just done talking, he was ready to kill the man in front of him— not literal. Just figuratively.

You made your way into the booth with your friend, Clara. Clara and you have gotten close every since she’s been working for your family, you were also in need of a new body guard. The one you had was well, incompetent. He failed to protect you numerous of times, you needed someone to protect you, you were tired of handling the job you paid others to do, you needed someone invested. Clara, being known to certain areas, when you came to America, she wanted to show you the finer things. You both had to sneak out tonight. You out smarted the guards that were watching you, and both snuck out to this underground flight club. Of course, it wasn’t much of your speed, it was all brand new to you.

You watched from the glass window ahead of all of the other seatings. Your glass was bulletproof, and you couldn’t be seen. The glass was heavily tinted, “Whose he?” You pointed to Florian.

Brushing your hair with your hands. You placed your hand on the glass looking closer at the man, he caught your attention. From his athletic physique, to the way he moved, to the way he was giving this man a run for his money. You smirked, with each punch Florian made. The man became weaker, it was like Florian had a fist of steel, he moved so effortlessly, you were.. intrigued. Oh yeah, he was the one. He was the perfect man for the job. “And the winner is…” The announcer shouts. “BIG NASTY!” You cheered, clapping your hands real fast. “He’s perfect!” Clara laughs. “Girl, are you sure you’re just not lusting after him?”

“Oh please.” You wave your hand, brushing her off. “He’s not my type, I like my men like I like my coffee.” You spoke in an accent, mocking the little girl from the one American show you’d seen. “Black.” You answered

Clara laughs. “Girl.” You laugh shaking your head, you were so serious but you couldn’t deny that, Mr.Big Nasty was attractive to you. But you knew you were only lusting after his posture and the way he used his hands in the ring. He was a knock-out. “Let me go and get the boxer and his team, you stay put. Okay?” You watched the next set of men come out to fight, not answering her because it was obvious you weren’t going any where. You didn’t know New York, why on earth would you wonder alone? The good thing about being from overseas, no one knew that you were Royalty. No one would fake being your friend, fake loving you because they didn’t know you. And with your time here abroad for a taste of life outside of the big royal mansion in Kenya… you would get to experience a whole other world.

“You did good tonight son,” Dorin smiled at his son, he was proud. A proud father.

Florian didn’t stand his ground. “Thanks, Tata.” Florian smiled walking out fully clothed, he threw his things into his gym bag and made his way to the exit when the owner of the establishment showed up with a duffle bag, “Here is your cut for the night, there’s a lady here claiming to be with our VIP guest tonight, she wants to talk to you. You want to hear her out?” Florian to the duffel bag placing it on the seat, unzipping the bag, he took out the cash rummaging through the bag. “What’s the matter? You don’t trust me, Nasty? We been business partners for years.” That may have been true but, nothing happened without his knowledge, he always played both sides. Florian didn’t trust him and he knew that the VIP was looking for someone, and he wasn’t gonna give Florian his full cut. “If I count this, is it all going to be that Raheem?”

“All is going to be there, trust me. You know I’m not stupid enough to rip you off.”

Florian glared at him, zipping up the bag. “Bring the girl in and just remember, if I’m cut short. I’m coming back to see you.” Florian watches as Raheem made his leave, and in entered Clara. He sat down looking up at her, his father stood in the corner keeping his eyes glued on her. “You some groupie or some?” Florian questioned. She chuckled. “Do I look like one of your groupies?” He sized her up. “You really want me to answer that?” She rolls her eyes folding her arms, “I can assure you, I’m not. I’m here on behalf of my employer. She would like to meet with you. But only you.” Florian never trusted anyone, so going in a room alone with some woman… he wasn’t about to do that. “Nah’, ain’t no bitch gonna set me up. I’m good on that. VIP or not. Tell that to your employer.” His father clears his throat.

“You should refrain from calling the Princess of Kenya a bitch.” Clara spoke stern.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You fucking with me right?” His father shook his head. “she’s not. This is what I was telling you about earlier, don’t worry, I’ll be waiting outside the room for you.” He raises his shirt. “If anything happens, I have you.” Clara looked at Dorin, seeing the gun in his waistband. “You won’t be needing that. Join us at Revenue in an hour. Be there and don’t be late, and oh, don’t bring your father or weapons. You’ll be checked at the door.” She smirked. Florian brushed his hand over his face watching her walk away. “Princess of Kenya?” He raised an eyebrow at his father. “This is an opportunity, you can’t afford to pass up.” He sighed deeply, with his debt. He needed to do any and everything to make this money. Even if it meant entertaining some princess…

An hour later,

Florian sighed deeply as he shut the door to his car. He looked back at it. Beat up. It needed a ton of work, he knew it was definitely not going to bring home the ladies. Usually he would borrow a friend’s whip for tonight but this was about business so, all pride aside. “Florian Munteanu?” The bouncer questioned as he looked at his ID. Florian nods. “Yeah.” The bouncer handed him back the ID. “You’re expected in the private room.” He raised an eyebrow, usually it took him a long time to get into this club. Mainly cause he hooked up with the owner’s girl in the past, unknowingly of course.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” A voice said.

He frowns, before taking in his surroundings. There were three guards at the door and two outside the door, the girl he met with earlier was seated on a couch; the voice was still unknown. “Uh yeah, sorry, car trouble.” Her laugh alarmed him, it was sexy and elegant. Who knew a laugh could sound sexy, he wondered… was she as sexy as her laughter?

You made your way from behind the wall that led to the rest room, giving him a view of you. A smile plastered over your face once you saw the champion of the night. You sat down popping a green grape in your mouth. “Champion, have a seat.” Florian was taken back. You were beautiful. He was left speechless and numb. He couldn’t move. “Florian?” Clara calls out. “Have a seat.” Before he could do it on his own, your guards shoved him down in the seat. He frowned looking up about to drop some hands when you whistled calling them off. “All of you, leave us. Clara, you two, we have business to discuss.” Without a second word, they all left the room. You stood to your feet, walking closer to him; he was still mesmerized. You smiled. “Are you okay, Florian?” He stammered. “Uh yeah, what’s the business?”

Part two drops soon.