König has always had a passion for boxing. After his time in the military, he got right back to it. However, a few weeks ago you began showing up to each of his matches and training sessions. You’re one of his mutual friends— he’d been crushing on you for a long, long time. He put in extra work to impress you and ended up winning them all.

After his best performance of all season, he felt pretty confident and bold. He decided to finally approach you. You were here to watch and cheer him on after all… right? Wrong. He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you.

Giggling and laughing with another fellow boxer, Joseph. He was all sweaty from training, and you handed him a bottle of water. The way Joseph looked at you, the way you twirled your hair... He must be your boyfriend— no question about it.

“You’re so strong, babe! I’m proud of you!” You told Joseph, to which he soaked up every single praiseful syllable out of your mouth. His chest inflated and he stood taller, glad to please you. The sight made König sick.

König felt embarrassed, humiliated, livid. How could he be so stupid? No way a woman like you would even think of sneezing in his direction. Every single muscle in his body was filled with fury and jealousy. He wished so badly to be in your stupid boyfriend’s place.

Suddenly, he felt vengeful. His next match was in two days, against none other than Joseph. He vowed to himself to crush your boyfriend’s ego and absolutely destroy his confidence, maybe you’d finally notice König once he beats the hell out of your boyfriend. König is a 6’10, extremely buff ex-military man… he was rightfully pretty confident about himself.

The day came quickly— of course, you were there to watch the match.