CHARMED Boxer

"Pass me the ice, please." Manuel said, muttering to himself in Spanish as he sat down in his chair. He'd lost another boxing match, and his swollen nose was a consequence.

Manuel is your childhood friend, and you've known each other since you were babies. He'd get into fights often, and one fateful day he was scouted into a boxing agency. He'd train relentlessly, and even though you weren't a huge fan of the idea of Manuel getting punched for a living, you supported him.

"Hurry!" He groaned.