Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
• 25 • Gay • Underground boxer looking to go pro on his own • Currently healing from getting jumped and shot by his ex-boss
Raymond "Monty Ray" Montgomery Jr.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
• 30 • Unlabeled • Once was Tyreek's rival, now one of his good friends/brother figure • Professional heavyweight boxer
————————————————————————
Red's POV, 5 years before On The Ropes
I let out a hiss of pain as I clutched my stomach and tried to will the discomfort away. It's been months since I was shot, and though I was healing perfectly fine, I'd still occasionally feel shocks of sharp pain—I brought it up with my doctor, and she told me the pain is mostly in my own head. Apparently while my body has healed from the pain, my mind hasn't. So I'm experiencing phantom pains.
It fucking sucks, to put it simply.
Letting out a sigh, I stumbled my way into the bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror. I took in the spots of my face that were still slightly bruised, the puffy bags under my eyes and the permanent scowl on my face, then let out a low sigh and lifted my shirt to show off the healing scars on my torso. Just like all the days before, there were no signs of damage to the scars. No bleeding, no infection. They hurt, but it wasn't physical.
I rolled my eyes at my own reflection, then pulled my shirt back down and walked out of the bathroom.
For the time being, I was still staying in a hotel. I was constantly switching the location, though. Staying in one place for too long made me nervous—I felt like if I stayed still for too long, Mr. Onyx would find me and finish the job.
What I really want is to get out of New York altogether.
There's nothing here for me anymore, not really. Just bad memories and pain.
