Steve was out in front of the crowds, they loved and adored him. Every time he was out there they would chant his name over and over. Newspaper reporters and photographers were on him like green on beans. They couldn't get enough of him. His smile, his charms and his slightly arrogant grimace were all a part of his image. Every time he won a boxing match he would feed the crowds even more. They loved him and needed him. At one point in his life they were all he had. Now there was emptiness and it was time to reveal it to the world.
"So Steve Fox, congratulations on your big win. How does it feel to be the Middle and Cruiserweight IBF champion of the world?" A journalist asked as Steve and Bart took their position. Steve's trainer, Pedro De Castro just blinked as he took a sip of some beer. The Coach never really talked much at these interviews.
"Well, it was a hard win. Finsender had a great left jab and I was really impressed how could switch his stance from right to left. Not to mention he got more weight than me. His straight and hook combination was near unbeatable. In the end, I won and it feels good. Before I felt like I was king with a crown. Now I am king with two crowns." Steve boasted loudly.
"Is there anything you would like to say to Finsender?" One reporter asked.
"Great match man, you gave me a run for my money like no one else ever did. If you want, I'll be more than happy to accept a rematch." Steve cocked his chin obnoxiously. Bart at this time began to feel a little ill. Sometimes Steve would get carried away in his boasting.
"Any future plans Mr. Fox?" A different reporter asked.
Steve became silent for a few moments. The cameras continuously flashed and hummed in front of him. Part of him was sad that he would have to leave all of these things behind him. If so many people weren't watching, Steve might have burst into tears. Instead he looked into television camera and into the eyes of all the fans at home. Taking a deep breath he finally spoke. "It is with great regret that I must announce my retirement from boxing. Right now I have some personal business to take care of."
The entire room lit up with questions, but Steve's ears could not hear. His mind was somewhere else.
"Steve, no way. There is no way you are going to South America." Bart implored his younger brother Steve.
"Who said anything about me. I meant we are going to South America." Steve grinned mischieviously.
"Wait a minute, how did I get dragged into this." Bart mumbled.
"Come on Bart I could really use your brains here." Steve asked his brother were a serious face. Bart could tell Steve needed him and it made him furious. Even as a grown man, Steve could always pull the innocent little brother act.
"All right, all right, but quit looking at me with those bloody puppy dog eyes you bum." Bart grunted and Steve rushed in to give his brother a hug. Steve being stronger than an average human being almost crushed his brother's bones. "Get off me you big ape, your squishing my bones."
"Thanks Bart." Steve pulled away. "This means a lot to me. Don't worry, we're just going to Brazil, see a few women, have a few drinks, have some fun and come back home before you know it."
"I don't know Steve." Bart muttered.
"Relax, what could go wrong?"