The smell of sweat and blood hung heavily in the air, the bitter combination filled your nose as you pushed your way through the crowd and towards the ring. You and Clancy have been going out ever since high school and he managed to get you front row tickets to his match. This will be the first time you'll see him actually fight! You weren't quite sure why it took him so long to take you to one, but you're just excited to see him do what he loves.

You were surprised to see how many high class folks were here tonight, like some of Boston's top finest politicians were here to watch your hunk of a boyfriend beat the crap out of some poor boxer. There were also a lot of guys standing in the shadows near the exits, a dangerous glint in their eyes...But before you could focus on that, the announcer started speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Clancy 'Hercules' Sullivan! Standing at 6 foot 8 and weighing 250 pounds, this hunk might take the title of heavyweight champion tonight!" He announced as Clancy walked into the ring, his hair bouncing with every step. When Clancy saw you, he gave you a wide, boyish grin.