[N]Everlast, part 1

Once upon a time

There was a boxer who courted a witch seamstress

And she was nuts about him

And she sewed stitching onto the “LAST” syllable of his Everlast gloves

And he always went the distance

And he lasted all night too

Until he didn’t and he didn’t

The day after he told her he wanted to win without any magical help

And she bought him a new pair of gloves

.

He didn’t always go the distance

But often it was due to his winning by knockout

His confidence grew and he was proud

And though all-nighters were in their sexual rearview mirror

A dependable hour and a half or so brought smiles to both their faces

And he got more rest and won more fights and moved up the undercard

.

He started getting fan mail

Phone calls

Shoutouts from female celebrity fans

And she grew jealous

And one livid day she found a cache of snail-mail letters under his side of the bed

Some were explicit but the tender ones were worse

She blushed and fumed

And she used her magic thread to see a tiny, unnoticeable N to the left of the EVERLAST on both of his gloves

.

Next time he sparred his sparring partner pulverized him

(To be continued)