The last year had been intense, fight wise. Now don't get me wrong, i don't walk the streets looking for someone to fight but i do enjoy a good scrap with anyone who enjoys it as much as me. From time to time a guy i know as Joe will send someone my way, i think he gets a kick out of seeing me get beat up, fortunately for me that doesn't happen too often.
Anyway, back to the story, after all those fights my body needed some rest n relaxation so i'd flown off to Ibiza for a couple of weeks of sun, sea and booze. I was rather surprised when, as i walked down the main drag i saw Joe with a rather striking woman on his arm. The surprise was seeing Joe, not that he had...ahhh you can work the rest out. Although he didn't acknowledge me the side glance told me he had seen me, so it was not a shock when later a note was pushed under my hotel room door. How did he find my hotel room you ask, not a clue, you'll have to ask Joe. Upon reading said note i saw that he wanted me to fight this woman i'd seen him with earlier. 9pm in his suite. Clever lad is Joe but it would have helped if he'd written just where the hell his suite was. Not to worry, i too am resourceful, discovered where his hotel was and his suite number. Before this though i need to enjoy and afternoon by the pool. This is where it gets interesting. (Oh c'mon, it does i tell ya)
Lying on my lounger, taking in some rays when a shadow moves across me. I shield my eyes and what do i see...all together now (A muscular Italian bitch who is already as brown as a berry).
It registers right away that this is the girl who was on Joes arm and who he wants me to fight. Crap, she is built. Clearly a gym bunny, muscles in places i don't have places. I let my eyes wander over her body, from her brunette hair to her painted toe nails and all points in between. Thick solid thighs, wash board abs...(what are washboards?...just askin) Yeah, she'll be the fight of my life.
But the way i see it is this, if it was always the biggest most muscular person in the fight that always won there would be no point in fighting. I mean, Anthony Joshua is big, muscular so he should be world champ right? Only he isn't world champ, a lil guy from Ukraine is...see where i'm going with this?
So, here we are, poolside. The bronzed Italian slides off her lounger and makes a point of strutting around the pool, clearly for my benefit. I watch but i'm not intimidated. She wants to fight me, then she's got herself a fight.
