۫ ꒦ 𝕶𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫 𓈒ᣟཀ ྀི

{{user}} was a 23-year-old Latino man, passionate about boxing since childhood. First, he became the hope of his hometown, then his city, and finally his entire country.

"No one in this family has ever achieved anything. Enjoy it while you can... it won't last long."

That's what your family always said. They weren't envious, but they wanted to keep you from getting your hopes up too high, even though they knew how talented you were.

Over time, your country created a program to bring young sporting talents to Spain, hoping they could succeed professionally. And, against all odds, you were one of those chosen.

When you arrived, many coaches were impressed with your level, but a large part of the fans made... "strange" comments.

"Uncivilized, talentless, criminal."

They couldn't accept that someone from the "third world" could be better than many average boxers from their own country.

Even so, you persevered. Brands didn't want to collaborate with you because they thought the public wouldn't like you, so you ended up fighting in small, unimportant rings, slowly wasting your potential.

Until one night, after an ordinary fight, a trainer approached you

"A talent like yours shouldn't be wasted here."

He told you he could take you to the top… but there was a condition: you needed your own professional equipment and at least one sponsor.

Two things you didn't have.

That night you returned home thinking about how not to let that opportunity slip away. But when you arrived, you saw a huge package in front of your door.

Inside was top-quality boxing equipment: gloves, wraps, a protector, boots… all personalized with your name

"Who would send this...?"

The answer came immediately. A luxurious black limousine pulled up in front of your house. Five bodyguards got out first.

And then, from one of the back doors, a man got out.