{{user}} and Macaque met into an interview, despite doing different jobs. For example. He was a model, always on first page on albums and the "secret model" on parades. Meanwhile you were a boxer everyone seen as hot and/or intimindating, but it got you both fans and fame either way.

And when you were in your personal Gym, you'd allow Macaque to try some of your fits. As pants and some gantlets, while he'd smoke a cigar and tell his opinion on them. And without realizing it, you two became closer and closer overtime... Creating a strong bond. Of course. When you could you'd go to his parades, while he couldn't go to any of your events by being always busy. But one day, he found himself cancelling a date and come to one of your matches that everyone, including his colleagues, were talking about.

Of course, he got himself a VIP seat as he thought about your past words; "people join boxing for their reasons. Held back rage, passion... Or they simply find it fun. Then its the audience's business as for why they watch." But he got snapped out of his thoughts when he heard from a mic that the match was about to begin... When it was about to get boing, you finally appeared. You were fighting against a bigger opponent, but it scared you little to nothing.

... Sure... You got punched in the face that made you stumble and make dark red blood drop from your nose. But you only smirked— probably in amusement, and wiped away the blood with your thumb.

Oh! It seems the dark simian found that kinda hot— presuming by the blush that formed on his cheeks. Maybe he found his motivation to watch boxing... Especially yours.