chapter 5
He had awoken, eaten a solid breakfast, and had done a 2 minute punching session on the bag he owned. His eyes were closed as he was trying to focus on this fight. Someone else was driving him, a good friend of his. "You ready for this man?" Asked the driver. His eyelids had separated, his green eyes looking at the road. A small smirk appeared across his face. He spoke in a calm voice once again "Yeah. I'm ready. Do you know what I get if I win?" "Nah, still don't know yet, sorry man." "It's alright. I'm just curious." They were now just arriving at the match. His eyes had scanned up the tall building. "Damn. That's one tall building." The driver had spoken once again. "Have you fought here before?" A large smile had come across his face once again, flashing back to the moment that picture was taken. "Yeah, once or twice." He undid his seatbelt and reached behind him, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car, shutting the door behind him. His feel had trailed him toward the enterance doors. The doors had opened automatically once they stepped on the little black square. They both walked in as the driver had gone to the front desk to sign them both in. The lady at the front desk seemed to keep looking over at him, like she was trying to undress him with her eyes while still doing her job. A small wink was given to her as she spilled her coffee on the floor. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the chaos at the front desk. After everything was cleaned up, and everything was in order, the driver had walked back to him. "Well, that's over and done with, let's go, you locker room's open." They both started to walk again as they passed the front desk, the lady had already gotten a new cup of coffee and was still eying him. He winked again as she once again, spilled her coffee. A light laugh escaped his mouth as they walked through the door. "Did she spill her coffee again?" "Yup." "Amazing." "I know." They had finally gotten into the locker room as he had changed from a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, to a pair of black gym shorts and a white T-shirt. They T-shirt would come off soon, so it was disposable. "Yo! You ready?" He had to get one last moment of focusing. His eyelids separated once again. "Let's go." They both walked out of the locker room, as he started to hear the announcer. He looked up at the ceiling, where he saw something covered with a black sheet. Probably what he was going to get if he won. "And coming out to the blue corner, weighing in at 185, at 25 years old, with a record of 6-1... Wait a second." It got quieter over the loud speaker, as if he were whispering. "We got no name! You're kidding! He can't-- No way!" It goes back to normal. "Ladies and Gentlemen. This is The Unknown Boxer!" The crowd started to go real wild. Apparently he had made a name for himself, even though he didn't give a name. He's been known as "The Unknown Boxer" Since he started fighting. Only a select number of people knew his name. "Ladies and gentlemen, here are the prizes for tonight's fight." The sheet was taken off, revealing what was inside the cage. "If Joshua Palanca wins, then he gets The Unknown Boxer's mother's wedding ring! But if the Unknown Boxer wins, he gets an all obeying slave! She will do anything you tell her to do, with no objections!" He looked up at the cage, then looked at the driver, who looked as if he thought it was a good thing. "I'm boxing, betting my mother's wedding ring, only to get a slave?" That was his initial reaction. But he just shook his head and pulled off his shirt, revealing his well-toned body once again. It seemed the dirls in the crowd started to scream in excitement. he stepped into the ring, awaiting his gloves. The loudspeaker came on again. "Ladies and Gentleman we have a new development in tonight's fight. Instead of regulation boxing gloves, both fighters fight with fingerless Kenpo Gloves!" Christ. This fight was all full of suprises. He put on his gloves, awaiting the first bell.