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"Soon, you know you're not built for the sport. Please quickly rethink and quit," his mother advised.
"With a body like that, you think you can achieve greatness? You won't even be a mid-level artist!" his father warned.
"Tsk, you decided to join even though you knew you weren't compatible. So why are you panting from just a few punches?! Put in more strength; we've got a hundred more to go!" his trainer motivated.
"Lol, everyone thinks MMA is a playground. Even a nutritionally deficient person thinks he can take on the challenge!" someone from the crowd jeered.
"Right... Left... How do you expect to injure a roach with such weak and puny attacks?! Hit like your life depends on it!" his coach cried in anger and desperation.
All his life, Soon had been talked down upon because of his frail size, but he didn't mind. He knew that as long as he kept training, his hard work would eventually pay off... or so he thought.
Left hook... Right hook... Headbutt... Jab... Snap jab... Grappling... Straight Jab... Anything that required strength in the sport was a complete letdown for Soon. Even a 15-year-old could rival him in terms of strength.
He had the brains for it; he knew he had the quick wit and super-fast thinking for the sport. But his body – the damn thing was what could only be labeled as God's worst non-handicapped body created.
Even with all the hindrances, he still went ahead and applied for the sport... He could never forget the experience and shame he got on his debut. He remembered it as though it was yesterday – him giving his heartfelt speech about how grateful he was for the chance to prove himself and how he wasn't going to disappoint them.
"I'll make sure the world sees that I am the true king, and that size doesn't matter!" he remembered saying those words with so much pride until the match started.
"Ready?" The referee turned to him and asked, and he replied with a curt nod.
"Ready?" He did the same for his opponent, who responded by jamming his fists together.
"Fight!" Upon hearing that, he positioned himself, his arms above his face, but something was wrong – he didn't catch sight of his opponent.
"Huh?" He turned back, only for a fist to slam down on his face, breaking his nose as he fell to the floor unconscious, blood leaking out at an alarming rate.
The referee quickly waved his hands, calling an end to the fight as the medics rushed in. Not even 10 seconds had passed since the match began, but he was KO'd so fast, placing him in the history books, even in the Guinness World Records for the shortest knockouts ever.
He truly wished he had called in sick that day and avoided his debut, but there was no changing the past – the only thing he could change was the future.
"Today, I'm calling out Ryan, the champion of the featherweight division, to come out for a fight!" This was just an hour after waking up from his knockout. That day, his statements made headlines on TV, from news to even talk shows. He had broken another record – the first MMA fighter to be followed by 30 million people in a week, just after his debut, and even after losing.
It was safe to say that he earned quite the pay from some apps, even getting verified as a celebrity, but all this came with a cost. He was viewed as the laughing stock of MMA – a joke to all and a role model to none.
He wanted none of such fame; the fame he wanted was for his achievement of beating the heavyweight champion or something, but rather, he got this.
Unluckily, the six months after that, Ryan, the featherweight champion, had accepted his challenge, even putting his title on the line. But it was simply to boost his fame; he knew that he would get into the headlines along with Soon because of how popular he had become.
On the day they clashed, Soon made a statement, not knowing it would be the last one he would leave on Earth.
"Today, I'll prove to you all that my 0-23 losing streak was in preparation for a day like this. Out of all the people I called out, he was the only one worthy enough I would like to fight, and it is going to be a death match, with either of us dying!" He said with booming energy as his supporters cheered, although having it at the back of their minds that he was going to lose, just like his other 23 matches.
"Ready?" The referee questioned both parties, who replied in an enthusiastic style as he nodded his head before starting the match.
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"Fight!" The referee shouted, giving the fighters space as Ryan rushed towards Soon with lightning-fast speed. His fist flew past Soon's face, a blur of motion that seemed almost impossible to follow... But Soon couldn't just follow the speed – he could predict it.
The crowd erupted into a collective gasp of shock as Soon dodged the attack with ease. For a moment, the arena fell silent, as if everyone was holding their breath. Then, suddenly, the crowd burst into a deafening cheer.
"Oh!!!" The commentator exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement. "W-wow, would you believe that! Soon-Yoo-Bin, for the first time, dodged an attack – and from the champion himself! You can hear the crowd going crazy!!!" The commentator's eyes widened in shock, his face flushed with thrill.
Soon continued to dodge the attacks with ease, weaving through the punches as if he had finally found his rhythm. 'I don't know how this is happening, but I'm sure I can win!' Soon thought inwardly, a surge of confidence coursing through his veins.
But his momentary lapse in focus proved costly. Ryan had cornered Soon without him even realizing it, and Soon's back was now pressed against the cold iron cage. 'Shit...' Soon thought inwardly, his heart racing with alarm.
A jab hit his face, blurring his sight and sending him stumbling backward. Soon quickly raised his arms to protect his face, bracing himself for the next attack. But it didn't come. Instead, there was an eerie silence.
'Huh?' Soon thought, his mind racing with confusion, until he felt a sharp, searing pain in his rib cage. Ryan had delivered a powerful punch, purposely breaking Soon's ribs. The crowd gasped in horror as Soon's eyes widened in agony.
Blood escaped his mouth as he clutched his ribs, but before he could even process the pain, Ryan pounced on him. The champion's fists came crashing down, hitting Soon violently and mercilessly. The crowd watched in horror as Soon's body bounced off the canvas, his head snapping back and forth.
The referee rushed in, desperately trying to intervene, but Ryan's assault was relentless. Finally, the referee managed to pry Ryan off Soon, stopping the match and declaring Ryan the winner.
But the victory was hollow. Soon lay motionless on the floor, his face a bloody, battered mess. Not a single sound escaped his lips as his body remained stiff and still. The crowd's cheers died down, replaced by an eerie silence.
The reality of the situation slowly dawned on the audience: Soon was dead. The young fighter's life had been extinguished in the ring, a victim of Ryan's brutal assault. The arena was plunged into chaos as the gravity of the situation sank in.