Thanks to WAA01 for the edits
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A month later, the night of the title match...
Denis's black and grey boxing shorts shimmered in the overhead lights that hummed above his head. Shawna's brown eyes gazed down at him as she wrapped his hands in tape. Her lushest lips curved into a smile, remembering the night before when he walked into his bedroom with her laying naked on his bed on her stomach. Her left leg bent just so, so her brother's eyes could gaze at her chocolate peach without hindrance. Remembering the feel of his lips as they danced up her spine, the way his fingers felt as they explored her sex, to how his hardening cock moved in-between her ass cheeks before Shawna reached between her legs and guided it where his cock truly belonged. Her ebony hair swayed as she bent down, placing a kiss on both of his hands. She was hoping that Denis won this match. She knew the boxing coach from her college was out in the audience along with Patty. Shawna hoped that Denis put on a good match so he'd get scouted for college; that way, the two of them could spend more time together -- preferably alone. Yet she had seen how her friends had gravitated towards her adopted brother over the month as each one tutored him. She was pleased that his grades were improving. Shawna just hoped it was enough to get him into college. Moving off to the side as Denis's trainer moved to fill the space she once occupied.
"You got this, Denis, you beat him once, just remember how he moves," the man said, to which Denis nodded in understanding. "Now show him what the new champ can do," he said, with a broad smile as his fist lightly hit the top of his gloves.
"You hear that, son? They're chanting your name," George said, from his wheelchair with a proud smile on his face as his son peered over at him. Raising his right hand, looking up as his daughter stood beside him, resting her hand on his left shoulder, patting her hand. "Everyone is here, your family," seeing the loving light in his son's green eyes when he said that word, "is rooting for you to show this city that you aren't defined by your past, but by your actions out in that ring," George said, ignoring the scars that dotted his son's chest and back given to Denis by people that in his mind were pure evil. That's the only thing he can call them due to what they had put his son through before Denis came into their lives. Watching how his coach -- the man he had introduced Denis to when he was fifteen -- helped Denis into his black robe. "Now you go out there and give them a fight to remember," he said, taking hold of his son's gloved left hand and smiling back at Shawna when she pushed him alongside his son towards the doors. He wanted everyone to know that Denis was his son.
The crowd roared at the sight of him as he along with his father and sister exited the shadowy hallway that led to his locker room. Seeing his mother smiling proudly at him with Will on her right side with his Uncle Stan on her left, accompanied by Jill, his wife, Ida, his stepdaughter, and Dorthey, their grandmother. Flashing Patty a smirk, taunting her friend that she couldn't be in the locker room with Denis. Also noting how the boxing coach beside her was taking down notes.
"Good luck," Shawna whispered into his ear, placing a kiss on his left cheek as she pushed her father into the handicap spot beside her brother. Noting how Denis fist-bumped bumped Stan while flashing Jill and Ida a smile and a nod. A little annoyed at how Ida had that look in her eye as she gazed at Denis. It was the same look she had when she looked upon her little brother. Shawna heard Jill's and Ida's gasps as they got their very first look at the horror of the life Denis had lived before her parents saved him from that fate. She saw how Stan nodded his head when she couldn't make out what they were saying to him, seeing his coach inserting Denis's mouthguard before he bounded up the steps. Smiling at Will as she sat down beside him, Shawna could see the excitement in his eyes as Denis lightly danced in place, throwing a few punches to warm up. Slipping her hand into Will's as the announcer entered the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight is the rematch title fight for the featherweight belt!" Shawna winced at the loud cheers and claps that filled the air. "Here in this corner, we have the former champ eager to reclaim his belt!" The man gestured to the five-foot, five-inch tall Latino nineteen-year-old boy. "And in this corner, we have Denis 'The Stinger' McCarty ready to defend his title!" Shawna heard Patty roar along with her uncle, his wife, and Ida when Denis held up his right arm, greeting those that came to watch the match. "Without further ado, let this title fight begin!" the man exclaimed before backing away, and the bell sounded starting the first round.
Along with her family, Shawna nervously watched as Denis panted heavily after five rounds, and neither of them had landed the finishing blow. However, it seemed like Denis's opponent was a little more worn down than her brother to her eyes. Yet she did notice how Denis was keeping his right eye closed due to the cut above it to keep his blood from blinding him.
"Denis, just hang in there a little longer; you have him on the ropes." Denis nodded as he washed his mouth out before spitting into the pale beside his stool. "We're going to have to get the Cutman to deal with that," he said, looking at the gash above Denis's right eye. "Or they'll stop the fight."
"Do it!" Denis said, in determination. His family had all came out to support him. He wasn't about to disappoint them in losing this fight that he had worked so hard to get to where he was just to throw in the towel now. He knew while he was getting attended to, that would give his opponent time to rest up. Nonetheless, Denis had noted how he was still dropping his left guard just like he had done during their first bout. Was it a way to lure him into a trap? To throw him off balance so the man could get around his guard. Grinding his teeth against the pain as the Cutman worked to stop the bleeding. He knew if he didn't finish the fight in the next round, the wound would reopen again.
"Watch out for his left hook. It seems he's trying to lure you in," his coach whispered into his ear, mirroring Denis's thoughts, quickly wiping Denis's face so the sweat wouldn't be hindering Denis in the sixth round.
Bouncing on his feet, bumping his fist together. Denis wasn't about to disappoint his family. He was going to win this thing. The title meant little to him; it was the time spent as his father, along with his mother, that helped him channel his anger into more practical ways instead of landing himself in jail. He knew without the two of them. He would have followed down that dark road. This fight was to show them that their time and effort wasn't wasted on the homeless, dirty, ragged little boy they had found eight years ago looking for food in their trash.
The crowd fell silent as they all listened as Denis's opponent landed hard on the mat as his right hook took his opponent by surprise. All waited in hushed silence as the referee counted down, throwing his arms in the air as the count reached ten. Then the thunderous roar of the crowd rang out as his opponent's body still lay twitching on the mat. It wasn't until his own coach knelt beside him, running some smelling salts beneath his nose, that the man showed any signs of life.
"The winner of this rematch between the former champ and the current one is..." Lifting Denis's left arm to call the fight in his favor officially. Walking over to the judges' table and taking the belt, the middle judge handed him and placed it on Denis's right shoulder.
"Hell of a punch, man," his opponent groaned as they shook hands once he and Denis removed a glove each.