The fight started and take our stances. I want to fist bump on him first, but this person pissed me off. Instead, to do something like me to do sportsmanship, he made a sign that he would kill me by slitting his neck with his gloves.

One of the audience was pissed and said.

???: oi!... that guy provoking his opponent!

Then beside him talk to him with a pitiful expression.

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???: sigh.. I hope that boy will be calm in this fight

???: calm? Calm your *ss! That guy!... haist

I didn't take him seriously this time, I just focus on what I'm will I do with this fight. I used my skill to inspect his stats.

[Victor Morgan

LVL: 4

HP: 23/23

MP: N.A.

DAMAGE: 6.5

STR: 2.3

AGI: 3.1

INT: 1.1

SKILLS:

-Boxing Mastery: Intermediate

-Taunt Mastery: Advance

A thug become a boxer, at least he's not trash in society]

Me: 'what the hell with that taunt mastery! And his stats are only just so-so in normal people but compare to Garry, his stats are just trash'

My opponent looks into me with a mocking smile, he opened up his mouth and told me.

Victor: heh.. you should prepare your towel boy! Haha(he chuckled) surrender this fight is not a crime you know, so you're free to go!

Me: hah.. (I just chuckled) there was a saying that mirrors can't talk, lucky for you they can't laugh either.

The whole audience laughed at my sarcastic answer. My voice also hears what I just said throughout the hallway and even my coach saying "nice one boy!"

Victor: yo-you!!

His face reddens from anger, he rushed into me immediately with any defense, footwork and even a plan to counter. He was consumed by his anger, which leads to his demise. In boxing, life, and pride at stake, tides can turn in the blink of an eye. It's not about speed, techniques and body constitution, but a mistake, carelessness and the opponent's determination. In such moments, what you need isn't brute strength but has a quick wit and composure.

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A week earlier..

My coach trains me for a whole week, that is how to increase your chances in a fight and that is rhythm. On the first day, I didn't understand what is he doing. The next day I have to my reflexes, I to dodge the stick where it goes, in each minute passed it's getting faster. In just four days, I feel like I know what will happen next or will it go so I was a bit confident but when my coach made a decision that his attacking method will be random, sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow.

Before the day I will fight, we didn't continue our training so I must relax and have a good condition before my fight.

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Victor punching me one-two combination. I have my guard up just in case if he hit my jaw, but from what I just have seen his performance speed, he's just to slow. I just dodge all his attack, sideways, vertical or even horizontal.

Victor: 'what the hell is his body of made off! He's goddamn sturdy!'

Meanwhile, I was getting bored while his attacks. I thought in my mind..

Me: 'sigh.. time to end this fight, it's like I'm playing with a child'

*whisltling**BAM!*

I punched him with a left hook and used around 40% as restraining my strength, I just don't want to kill this guy even though he's a jerk. Victor's body lifts a bit in mid-air stumbled down with a *thug* sound. I walk into the corner, relax my body for a bit knowing that, just maybe he can't stand up on that.

The whole crowd quieted down and even we can hear some of the audience dropping their things. One of the television announcers spat out his coffee. Then a few seconds of silence, the crowd intensified their cheer.

???: ohhh!!! Holy sh*t bruh!! Only just one punch of him to take him down!

???: d*mn!! That was one hell of a punch!

In the ringside Leonard looking at me like "what the f*ck boy!". He said something that whether I laugh or cry.

Leonard: well.. let's hope that guy isn't dead!

The referee sign to the crowd that the fight is over. The bell echo throughout the stadium signifies that's the end of it. Only the referee and I go into the center after the announcer finishes his talk. The referee holds my right hand and lit it up in the air. The whole audience clap seemingly with a smile on their faces and adoration.

Me: 'ah.. so this is what it feels like to win!'

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In the gym, Leonard and I celebrating my first win especially it is a debut fight. He bought a dozen can of beers and bringing 2kg meat to have our barbeque, well, technically it's my money he spent, such a rip-off!. I was about to tell him that I'm still a minor, Leonard tossed me a can of soft-drink so I just shut-up.

While we are talking, we heard a knocked on the gym's door.

*knock* *knock*

???: anybody here?

Leonard gets up from his sofa and shouted.

Leonard: who is it?

???: it's me George from Rand Industries! I'm here because the contract is approved by the higher-ups!.

Last week, we call the agent that we will accept their sponsoring group if they will accept our condition about it. And yet, they accepted it, maybe the news spread out about my debut fight.

George: here's the contract. We just need to sign it for the two of you.

I read up the contract and see that there's nothing wrong with it.

Leonard: do have a pen?

George: oh sorry.. I have here..

After putting our signature on papers, George it in on his black case. We handshake our hands.

George: happy working with you! (with a smile on his face)

Me: happy working with you too! (I responded also him with a smile)

George: oh.. by the way, here's the advance payment. Just treat it as a..

He gave each one of us an envelope and inside of it is a bunch of money somewhere around $5,000. We were shocked that's only for the first payment, they are giving us pressure to make the company reputation will grow. No mistakes, we have only one shot on this type of people.

Both of us sees George go out of the gym. Leonard whispered to me and said.

Leonard: there's no problem in the contract right?

I look at the documents and scanned it with "inspection" skill and says...

[user has gained an original copy of rand industries contract, the player must beware that if you breach the contract, you may be terminated by the other party]

Me: yup.. don't worry about it.

*TUUTT* (Music noise from cellphone 3310 by the way)

I opened up the message on my cellphone came from my mom saying.

-what's up, sweetie!! How you doing out there! Don't worry about me and also CONGRATULATION!! Wooo!!! As expected of my baby boy! So see you later!!

Leonard on my side trying to see what's in the massage.

Leonard: you have your cellphone? Hehehe.. (with a smirk on his face)

Me: ahh.. nope, not this one coach! There's no way I let you borrow this! (I said panically)

Leonard: aw.. come, boy! it's just picking up some few girls..

I left Leonard that still grumbling about it while continuing our celebration and sleep soundly at the gym.

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In next morning, news about my fight in Chinatown faded in just weeks. The school didn't much attention to it. Only Principal McCartney and Jerry know I entered the world of boxing, two of them congratulated me and said my thanks.

A month later, it's already October, the temperature is getting low by each day. In my past life, I'm used to a hot place but it's deferent this time. I'm in New York so I got cold, even still, I'm doing my daily routine maybe I am used to it. The exam is coming up so I work had on my studies and I am multitasking. Not only the school's subject I'm studying but also advanced physics, economics, and programming.

I was hooked in programming when one of my classmates try to hack their grades in school. The funny thing is, they can't break through its firewall, instead they seriously f*cked up by the school programmers. Their IP's tracked down by the professional and they are suspended for a week.

"The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses—behind the lines, in the gym and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights." – Muhammad Ali