•4747+ words •URHRHRHHHGHDFFFFDFGHHU I WAS SO ESCITED TO WRITE THIS SHOUT OUT TO THE PERSON WHO REQUEST IT WITH THE EPIC IDEA •TW//Blood, violence, parental abuse •Requested by AshKetchum275 ---
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Your sweat was pouring down on your shoulders as you uncontrollably kicked the punching bag over your forehead, the sun in the sky was beaming and you were panting, but none of that stopped your determination for victory
With a lot of effort, you managed to get into the Brawl city fighting tournament, you really worked hard to get to this point, you can finally call yourself a pro, but you never made it for the prizes, you did it for your parents. All your life you've learned that if you want something from your parents you have to make them proud at least once, I mean they took care of you your whole life, you at least have to return the favor
In the middle of your workout, you see a silhouette on the porch door you were on, you stopped kicking the bench bag and looked at the door and saw your mother, already dressed.
"Sweetie" She spoke "Take a shower and get ready for the tournament, you're all wet from sweating" That was the only thing she said and walked away
You stared at the emptiness of the door for a few seconds, rethinking all your choices in your life, you looked at the floor, your panting being the only thing that could be heard, you breathed, and went inside his house, preparing his clothes for the tournament and his towel for the bath.
You took your shower, washed your hair, put on your best clothes that are beautiful and appropriate for fighting, and you were already in your parents' car, you were in the back seat, your head was leaning against the car door, making you look at the city outside the car, you sighed, thinking that you are going to look at that same window with a look of victory or defeat, Have you ever thought about how your parents would react after seeing you defeated? Maybe they accept...but also maybe they yell at you, your hand shakes just thinking they're mad at you
Minutes passed, and you finally arrived, the sun was still up, making the weather so much better. Many people noticed your presence, after all you are a professional fighter, you are literally at a championship you were famous so obviously someone must have at least come to you to take a picture with you(good ass life huh)
You finally arrived at the stage, well, in a place close to the stage, you were in a place that seemed to be a private area with a lot of things for fighters, mainly water, you entered the area accompanied with your parents, you saw a stool, so you walked to the stool and sat
"The tournament starts in a few minutes dear" Your mother told you to get your attention "Get ready, and don't forget, I'm very proud of you"
You didn't answer, you simply nodded, and within seconds your parents had left the area.
your heart was pounding, you're really going to go to the tournament, your name is really going to appear on the screen saying you're the winner, you're really going to hold the belt, you.... you trained so hard for all this
