My Pro Boxer System

I nodded. The sooner we got this over with, the better.

"So, where is my opponent?" I asked.

"Oh, I saw him outside. He was bragging that he's only fighting a kid tonight."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, I don't blame him. You don't stand a chance." She sighed and sat down beside me on the bench. "I have the ambulance on speed dial in case anything happens. Consider it my thanks."

"You really think I'll lose, don't you?"

"I don't think you understand the severity of your situation. The crowd out there will go wild watching a 300-pound behemoth beat a high schooler senseless. They made you the first match so they can get the crowd riled up. Don't let your guard down." She paused for a second, as if thinking of something. "Not long ago, during a match, Fat Bitch fell. I heard that he has been having problems with his left knee ever since. I don't know how helpful that is, but whatever… use it."

I smiled at her.

"Thank you."

Strangely, I wasn't as nervous as I had been during my match with Cassian. After everything that had happened recently, a match like this was the least of my troubles. I didn't deny that my opponent was dangerous, and if things took a turn for the worse, this could be my last match. But unlike most things, the result of this match would solely rely on my own abilities.

The anxious people out there wanted a show. So I would give them one. A part of me felt a little excited by it. It was all just a performance, and my goal was to entertain.

"By the way, we'll need a name for you," Yuki said. "Something the crowd can get behind."

A stage name, huh? I remembered a cartoon I used to watch when I was a child. The main character was a crazy guy who would dress up as a bat and beat up other crazy people. I remembered there was this one villain he could never beat. What was his name again?

"Whimsical Clown~"

Yeah, I think that's it. Yuki raised an eyebrow.

"You're not serious, are you? Well, whatever, it's your choice, so Whimsical Clown it is then."

Yuki and I sat on the bench together for a while until Chris showed up. He seemed to be in a good mood as he walked into the locker room as if he owned the place. I also noticed a pink lipstick mark on his cheek. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had been up to.

"Hey, kid, where have you been? The match is about to start any minute now," he protested as he swaggered in.

Yuki quickly got up to face him.

"We've been waiting for you. Where have you been?"

"I was out conducting business. Anyway, let's go, kid. The crowd will get antsy if they have to wait too long."

Chris marched me out to the front where the crowd was. My opponent, Fat Bitch, was already in the ring, and so was the announcer. The same short, funny-looking man from before. He was wearing a buttoned shirt and a rather large bow tie.

Chris pushed his way through the crowd so that I could walk through.

"Hey, move it!"

When we got to the ring, he whispered something to the announcer, then stepped back out. The announcer smiled and began his announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, get your bets in because the first match is underway! Introducing first… fighting out of the corner of death, the 300-pound eater of worlds… Fat Bitch!!"

The crowd went wild, jumping and cheering as Fat Bitch roared at them, the fat on his belly jiggling like the tides in the ocean. He made his way over to me, and the whole ring shook as if a magnitude earthquake had hit. He then opened his mouth wide and roared in my face.

"ROOOAAAR!!"

He basically showered me in his vile saliva. His breath smelled like a chemical waste plant.

"Introducing second… fighting out of the corner of hopelessness and despair, a young pup who has just weaned off his mother's milk… Whimsical Clown!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"Get 'em, kid!"

"Don't cry when you get hit, okay?"

"He's kinda hot!"

"Beat that pretty boy up!"

This was it. The moment my performance began. Fat Bitch was still roaring at me, so I bopped him on the nose with my index finger, then plucked out a handful of his beard and threw it into the crowd. He was so slow that he didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late.

The crowd went silent for a second, then erupted into laughter as the strands of hair fell from the sky. I spotted Yuki in the crowd; her jaw hung open as if she couldn't believe what I had done.

"You fucking bastard! I'll kill you!"

Fat Bitch roared and then charged at me like a mad cow. The announcer scrambled out of the ring to get out the rampage, and I took that as a sign that the match had already begun. I donned my gloves and took my stance.

My opponent swung his tree trunk-like fist at me. It pummeled through the air, leaving a gust of wind in its wake. As expected, he was fat and slow. His footwork consisted of stomping his way through the ring, and his punches lacked any proper technique.

It was easy to dodge, and when I did, I took the opportunity to tapped him on the nose again with my glove. There wasn't a lot of force behind the punch. Its purpose was to get under his skin. His face turned red with anger, and the crowd erupted in laughter. again

"What's with this kid?"

"He's a funny one, that's for sure."

Fat Bitch grunted, and this time, instead of throwing a punch, he tried to grab me. He managed to get a hold of my sleeve, but it ended up tearing, releasing his grip.

That was close.

[You idiot! You should've taken off your shirt. If he grabs hold of it, he can whip you around like a loose chain. Don't tell me you're not smart enough to know you don't fight while wearing a shirt.]

My bad, I forgot.

[Idiot.]

He lunged after me again, but this time, I sidestepped him and took off my shirt in the same motion. I then threw it in the direction where Yuki was standing, but I didn't look back to see if she had caught it because my opponent was beginning to puff smoke. His eyes turned blood red as an immense pressure enveloped the room.