[Wandee's POV]
Who would have thought my younger boyfriend would be so cool? I even groaned in my throat as I watched Yoryak come out of the athlete's locker room. I was sitting in the stands in a position where I had the entire boxing ring. I was with Cherry, meanwhile Oye was glued to Yoryak.
Today is the day. The title of the 'world championship' will be for Yak. I praying for his win and I'm trusting in him.
From my seat I can see that Oye raised the rope for his younger sibling to enter the ring while not forgetting to remove his golden robe with the printed logo of the sponsors.
Yak stood, unlike his opponent who kept moving his feet back and forth until dizzy. There were screens showing images of the fighters on top of their heads all around. Flashing lights. Now the camera focused on Yak, they focused the camera on the opponent.
"This is Yak's fifteenth fight. Literally the final fight to win the first title of the world championship, Wandee. He has won by knockout in the last fourteenth fights."
"He's good at knocking people down, isn't he?"
"Yes, Yak said he is tired of fighting until the round ends. Earlier, Oye said Joss Wayar footwork is not very smooth. He's a China national boxer. Yak should win from the early rounds, but I don't know if he will knock him out. If so he'll earn millions."
I nodded my head, understanding some, not understanding some. In short, if you win by knockout, you get money and a bigger prize. It's just surprising because the opponent is not Italian but Chinese. I'm also a little scared of Joss Wayar, his opponent. He looks sharp and serious in the fight.
( Joss nationalities is China, but he has mixed blood like; Chinese + Thai 🤔😆 )"Joss Wayar is bigger than Yak. If he gets hit, my son will be hurt badly. Josh Wayar has been a world champion three times, Dee. I can't believe it."
"..."
"Wow! Josh is quite big than Yak. Why does my baby have to fight only big guys? I don't want him to get hurt."
"..."
"Silly. It's normal for this profession to involve getting hurt. Don't you trust Yoryak? I see in his eyes the determination to win any fight. So don't worry."
"But... Umph..." Cherry covered my mouth.
"No buts... Wandee... My son can handle it. Be loud and proud of your boyfriend okay?" I sighed through my mouth. Then, I can see that both of the athletes faced each other.
I believed in Yak but still... Uh, no! No! I think to think straight right now. My baby is about to fight.
Due to the formal commentary, the host now introduced a major sponsor. I didn't pay much attention to the loud noise around. My eyes were focused on Yoryak. I saw him start moving slowly but steadily. He seemed defensive rather than attacking. He scored points until the bell rang for the end of the first round.
Occasionally, Cherry explained to me who had the advantage, who was good at boxing or not. And then, as the second round began, Yoryak's fist hit Joss Wayar in the middle of his body.
It's the third round now, and the two opponents in the ring still couldn't determine the direction of victory or defeat. I saw Oye starting to get stressed and biting his nails whenever he rested. He often went in to ask Yak if he was okay. My boyfriend looked very tired but he nodded that he was still okay. Sometimes he made eye contact with me, but all Yak did was wink at me. He really got that.
I continued watching the world boxing match from the side of the ring. Yak looked visibly irritated. Then Joss Wayar charged at him and started hitting him in the body until he fell. I clenched my fist in frustration. If only I could enter the ring, I would have done it. Of course, Oye jumped up to protest, shouting. We quickly approached the ringside doctor to surround him. He seemed to be in a lot of pain and struggled to get up and continue fighting. Oye cursed at Joss loudly.
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