Blake: A Bad Boy Romance

by Day, Laura

  He could handle anything and so could she. He could go into that ring and win or lose and it wouldn’t matter. It was the fight itself that mattered. It was about strength, about who had worked more and Ivy finally understood that. No one had worked harder than the two of them. They had gone through hell and come out the other side stronger for it.

  The lights went down everyone took their seats as the announcer took to the middle of the cage and an old-fashioned mic was lowered down to him. He took the microphone and with a big smile he intoned, “Ladies and gentleman! Tonight, it is the fight to end all fights.”

  Ivy smiled at the announcer as he spoke. This wasn't the fight to end all fights. That had happened in Blake’s own home and he had already won that battle.

  A spotlight fell on a door towards the back of the arena and when the announcer called Blake’s name the noise became truly deafening as the crowd jumped to their feet and cheered for Blake. He came out of the locker room wearing a pair of blue shorts and a blue robe with hood pulled up over his head. He looked serious and stern as he marched down the aisle ignoring the many people who reached out to him to touch him or pat him on the back.

  He strode up to Ivy and when he passed her turned and gave her a smirk that she returned. He strode up into the cage and let his robe fall revealing his well-muscled frame. Let the fighters come, Ivy thought with a smile. Blake was going to win; she was sure of it.

  THE END

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