"THAT'S IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! A K.O FROM YUKI NISHIMURA DELIVERED STRAIGHT TO MORGAN'S JAW." The commentator shouted into the mic, earning applause and shouts back from the audience who surrounded the cage.

A few minutes later, Yuki Nishimura sat there, slumped against the net as he grinned at the fans who cheered for him (and to those who didn't, just to be smug). As he took a swig from the water bottle, the droplets that seeped into his cuts stung slightly. Though, it wasn't anything Yuki wasn't used to.

"Alright calm down pretty, I know you love me." Yuki smirked smugly as he yanked the pen and notebook from your hands and signed his name on it, his height towering over you because he was pretty tall for a boxer.

Standing in front of you so closely, you could almost make out the lines of the tattoo on his skin. The word "resilire" (resilience in Latin) was stamped in the middle of his chest, acting as a reminder for himself and everyone else of what was most important.

There wasn't a particularly interesting inheritance underdog story about Yuki Nishimura, just that he worked himself to the bone training since he was an overly energetic 6 year old. His undeniably attractive personality drew in the fangirls, and as for the men? They strived to be like Yuki. Strong, unapologetically himself, and most importantly, resilient.