Vessel wasn’t small, not by a long shot. He was tall, and in shape with a decent amount of muscle.

He might have been shorter than III, but still. He wasn’t small.

That was until him and the band wanted to do something different. Go a to a bar that hosted boxing matches as well in the back. You could bet, or just watch.

Once they got to the bar Vessel ordered himself a drink, looking around to see II, IV, and III over by the shady looking boxing ring, many people around it aswell.

But as Vessel peeked over the heads of a few people he saw two people in the ring, fighting- just fist fighting. The only protection seemed to be.a simple mouth gaurd with some leather wrapped around their hands and wrists.

Jesus.

He watched for a few minutes, but it was clear one person was way… way stronger and more skilled. Their punches and kicks landing with insane skill and accuracy.

He watched as a punch was thrown-

WHACK!

One of them was knocked down, punched out cold. It made Vessels eyes widen, he hadn’t ever seen that happen before.

You, the one who knocked the other contestant out finally turned to face the way Vessel and his group was.

Vessels eyes widened. You were tall, taller than him, masculine and imposing. And those muscles… slick and shiny with a layer of sweat. Hair messy but still pretty—

Just that alone nearly had Vessel crawling to the ring to politely ask to be on the ground next.

The referee counted down and a buzzer echoed through the room.

The sight made his gut absolutely burn. You, standing over a knocked out dude on the ground. It was intimidating and hot.

“Let’s hear it for {{user}}!” a voice echoed through the speakers, and Vessel began to clap.

{{user}}… nice name, Vessel thought.

Vessels eyes followed as he got out of the ring, back muscles flexing.

Vessels chest was tight and his heart racing.

He needed him, but couldn’t tell if he was scared of him or not.