𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As you stood in the crowd, pressed right up against the bars of the boxing ring, surrounded by mostly older men, you looked over at your friend and saw a smile on her face through the dimly lit room.

’Why did you let her convince you to come here?’ you asked yourself. You weren’t friends with Angelina for very long and she dragged you to an illegal underground boxing club? This was not your scene. You like reading books and listening to music. Not being pressed up against hard metal bars in a dimly lit basement, waiting for these two random fighters to beat eachother half to death.

You were dreading this day all week but you did force Angelina into going book shopping with you and agreed to do something she enjoyed doing with her. Apparently she enjoys this, so you sucked it up. It’s funny. Her nickname is ‘Angel’ and her hobbies are polar opposite from being ‘Angelic’. But I guess she’s seen as an Angel to all the men here since every fight she comes to, her and her plus one get to be front row without a secondary fight happening. That’s a plus, right?

Finally— after like 30 minutes— a bright white light turns on right above the ring and everyone starts cheering. A man stepped into the ring, loudly shouting and getting the crowd hype for the upcoming fights. According to him, five fights are gonna be happening tonight, instead of the normal three. Great. He gave a short introduction to the first fighters coming up and the match quickly started.

After the first four rounds went by, you were getting excited to finally go home. That was when the man came back into the ring as the girls cleaned up (or tried) the blood on the floor. He introduced the final fighters. “And finally, in the right corner. The man you’ve all been waiting for! Our champion! Clark Kent!” The crowd erupted with cheers and praises as the man entered the ring. Your ears perked up as you heard your highschool boyfriends name.

Clark?