Ozias/Silver Dragon's P.O.V.
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"You sure you're ready for this?" Mattia asked me for the millionth time.
"He's ready," Tony, my coach, answered for me.
"He has no choice," Leo, my manager, reminded us. "He signed a contract."
"Okay, but that last fight was brutal," Mattia argued.
"You're supposed to be my hype man," I grumbled.
Of course, I was ignored.
"He has a fractured cheek bone, but he's fine. He's practically healed up now," Tony said. "Besides, we trained harder. And he was distracted last time thanks to you."
"Yes, I apologized, and now we have that rule about no social media the day of a fight," Mattia replied.
"This is his last fight anyway," Leo said. "This one and then he's done."
Done. For fu.cking good.
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