Enchanted melody of our hearts

🥊UNDER GROUND BOXER-CHAPTER-1

Third pov:

Madrid, Spain.

As night fell over the Madrid city, the nightclub pulsed with music and laughter, hiding the excitement brewing below. Descending a hidden staircase, the air thickened with anticipation. The underground boxing arena buzzed with energy, lit by flickering neon lights.

In one corner, a group of rugged men swapped stories of past fights, while others, with eager eyes, scouted the crowd for rivals. The makeshift ring, drenched in harsh neon, pulsed to the beat of the bass. Ice clinked in drinks, and a vendor shouted to hawk his wares. The scent of stale beer mixed with the electric energy in the air.

Then, the announcer—a wiry guy with a gritty voice—stepped into the spotlight. The crowd, a wild jumble of cheers and shouts, quieted down. "¡Esta noche se hacen leyendas! ¿Estás listo?" he shouted. "Tonight, legends are made! You ready?"

With a grin, he continued, "Caballeros, prepárense para una fuerza a tener en cuenta! ¡Deja que los decibeles de tu emoción suban más cuando le damos la bienvenida al escenario al único Red Skull!" The crowd erupted as the spotlight illuminated Red Skull's massive figure. Muscles flexed under the dim light as he surveyed the arena, soaking up the cheers and flashing a confident smirk.

"OK! OK! Now let's- "Before the announcer could finish, the crowd erupted, especially Luis and Diego, whistling and showing their appreciation for the person about to come. The announcer chuckled,  "Seems like we've got some clairvoyant fans in the house! You guys sure know how to call it. "Sin más preámbulos, demos una estridente bienvenida al único, al que complace al público, a la sensación del ring: ¡DEVIL KING!". (Without further ado, let's give a raucous welcome to the one and only, the crowd-pleaser, the sensation of the ring – DEVIL KING!)

Out from the shadows, strode Adrian. A confident smirk played on his lips, his emerald eyes raking the crowd with a glint of challenge. Cheers erupted as he spotted his fans, their adoration fueling his already crackling fire. His well-defined muscles honed to perfection, rippled beneath the dim lights, each ripple a testament to his dedication. Abs peeked out, a subtle tease that spoke volumes about his grueling training sessions. His dark hair, tousled to perfection, added a touch of bad boy charm, further amplified by his sharp jawline and the clean-shaven face that screamed "dangerously attractive." As he strode towards the arena, his stride was a symphony of assurance, each movement a declaration of his prowess in the ring.

As Adrian squared off against Red Skull, Red Skull, with a sly grin, teased, "Vamos, Guapo(Come on, Handsome."), let's see if those good looks can match your fighting skills."Adrian, unfazed, shot back with a smirk, "No te preocupes,(Don't worry) my fists speak better than my looks. Get ready for a real pelea(fight)."

The crowd, catching the essence of their exchange, erupted with cheers and whistles.  As Red Skull, fueled by anger, prepared to unleash a punishing blow, his hand hovered menacingly in the air. With a calculated smirk, Adrian sidestepped Red Skull's impending strike, seamlessly evading the brute force. As Red Skull's punch found only empty air, Adrian, in a swift and unexpected move, slid into a crouched position. In one fluid motion, he hooked his leg around Red Skull's, bringing the hulking opponent to the ground.

As Red Skull rose defiantly from the canvas, his eyes ablaze with determination, he unleashed a ferocious punch towards Adrian, stumbling backward, his cocky demeanor momentarily shaken. Yet, with a quick recovery, Adrian's confidence remained unscathed "" Is that all you have?" he taunted, a smirk playing across his bloodied lips as he spat out. With calculated precision, he retaliated with a swift strike to Red Skull's midsection, exploiting the vulnerability exposed by his opponent's aggression. The impact reverberated through the venue, a testament to Adrian's tactical prowess in the heart of the battle.