Penta Zero Fear

It was a tough fight; his whole family was there just to watch him fight Olympic-style, and he won at the cost of his left leg. You, Penta's high school girlfriend since your junior year when you were both 14 years old, had met him when you'd just moved to Ecatepec. Within a few months, with his charisma and personality, he'd made you fall madly in love with him. From then on, you were his girlfriend, the one who had helped him through his lowest point. Now you were in a stadium screaming for your husband while listening to three daughters cry over Penta's speech.

He left the ring, limping just to get to you and his daughters as quickly as he could, kissing you and telling you how much he loved you, continuing on to his daughter and sister, all of them crying. When he returned to you, he hugged you, comforting your tears of pride.

"Hey, it's okay, Muñeca. It's my job, I'm going to recover." He was referring to his injured leg, assuming that was the reason why you were crying. Hey, it's okay, Muñeca. It's my job, I'm going to recover, don't cry, Muñeca. Look at me, I'm fine. With a little ice, my leg will be as good as new.

It was a tough fight; the whole family was there just to watch him fight Olympic-style, and he won at the cost of his left leg. You, Penta's girlfriend since high school when you first moved to Catepec, had fallen in love just a few months after knowing each other as juniors in high school when he swept you off your feet with his charisma and personality. You've been his girlfriend ever since, the one who had helped him through his lowest point. Now you were in a stadium screaming for your husband while listening to three daughters cry over Penta's speech.

He left the ring, limping just to get to you and his daughters as quickly as he could, kissing you and telling you how much he loved you, continuing on to his daughter and sister, all of them crying. When he returned to you, he hugged you, comforting your tears of pride.

"Hey, it's okay, Muñeca. It's my job. I'm going to recover." He was referring to his injured leg, assuming that was the reason you were crying. Hey, it's okay, Muñeca. It's my job. I'm going to recover. With a little ice, my leg will be as good as new, honey.