Below The Belt

Round 30

Tyreek's POV

It's been another four months since my birthday.

In that time, life has been lifing. I moved into the house Auntie and Quan bought me, and then Dre moved his and Antwon's shit in, saying that he isn't moving in he's just keeping some shit there— So in other words he's moving in.

My parents were sentenced to life in prison without parole without me having to testify. I made the decision that I wouldn't let the situation force me to talk about shit I wasn't ready to talk about yet. Mrs. Nixon and Miracle understood and told me they were proud of me for making that decision.

Aside from that, my career has still been on the rise. I now have nine wins and one loss under my belt, seven of those wins being by knockout. I've been fighting for my life to keep the pretty boy alias when everyone's trying to make me into Iron Mike junior.

I've continued doing a few interviews but only with the specific rule that no one brings up my parents or tries to get me to talk about my past in detail. Along with the interviews, I've also done a few photoshoots for different magazines.

DeAndre was particularly pissed about the cover shoot I did wearing only briefs.

I handled that though.

Bianca's boyfriend, whatever the hell his name was, disappeared. Dre acted suspicious as hell right after he disappeared, so I figured he probably helped somehow. I didn't ask any questions though. As long as Bianca is safe, I'm cool.

I've mostly just been focusing on my family and my training while I wait for my next match. Quan set me up to fight some nigga who decided to remain anonymous. He said it'd be an easy fight to hype up since the mystery of the opponent would keep fans interested.

Honestly I think he just wants to know who it is too. I personally couldn't care less. Imma win either way.

But the weigh in is coming up, meaning this mystery opponent will soon be revealed. I've seen people placing actual bets on who it is. Some people think it must be some big name boxer who thought being anonymous would be fun. Some people think I must have some secret best friend turned nemesis from my childhood— I think those people just watched Creed 3 though.

I don't have any childhood friends or enemies or whatever, so really I'm just as in the dark as everyone else is.

"Maybe it's that one Irish nigga you fucked up for your first fight." Quan suggested while I ran on a treadmill. He's been throwing out random names for hours at this point. "What was his name? Y'know, the Connor McGregor knock off."

"I don't know man, Nick or something." I answered breathlessly. "I doubt it's him. He likes his shit to be public. He's still callin' me all types of derogatory shit on twitter, I doubt he'd suddenly want to be anonymous when he's doin' all that shit."

That was pretty much how the rest of our conversation went, aside from when he'd suddenly get distracted and start talking about Auntie... In love ass nigga. I can't talk, though. All I do is talk and think about DeAndre's big fine ass.

"Yo titties just be bouncin' like a motherfucker when you run." Quan randomly said, almost making me trip over my own feet as I let out a loud laugh.

"I'd pay money to be able to live a day in your brain, nigga." I said while laughing. When I was done on the treadmill, we started talking about the upcoming weigh in.

I've actually managed to keep my weight under control this time, which Dre has been taking personally. Still weigh enough to be in the heavyweight division without risking the possibility of weighing too much to participate in a planned fight.