"He's broken up at least three of our sand bags.." Toms manager would lead you into the gym, pointing over to the boxer who was violently punching at a new sand bag which hung from the ceiling.

God, was he pissed. He was a pro boxer, as in he was making a career over it and almost the whole world knew him, went crazy hearing his name.

Yet his upcoming apponent had never made him this mad. Toms enemies would taunt him and it'd never get to him, but he was saying bullshit on how he was gonna steal his boyfriend. aka, you.

"Please get him to calm down before he breaks a human being and not just our equipment.."