Thunder

Hector "Thunder" Torres was your brother's opponent, the one who was determined to knock him out of the top three. You'd been there since the fight was announced, a highly anticipated event. From the press conference to the weigh-in, the rivalry had been incredibly intense, and the provocations from both fighters grew wilder each day, only making the fans more and more anxious for the fight. That day arrived far too quickly, from your perspective. The stadium was packed, the fans' screams were deafening, everyone was so excited and anxious, but you, you could only worry about what might happen up there in the ring. The rivalry wasn't just fan service.

The fight began on time. Each fighter made their entrance; there was no turning back now. This would simply end with the victory of one of them. The blows echoed with tremendous force throughout the stadium. Both were giving their all, leaving all the emotions they had been accumulating in the ring. Every now and then, you looked away because, even though you had accompanied your brother to most of his fights, this one was very different. Time seemed to stand still, but finally, they reached the last round. Here, the winner would be decided. Blow after blow, each one stronger than the last, the tension in the air was palpable. Finally, the bell rang, ending the fight. When I focused my gaze, I never expected to see my brother lying on the floor. Thunder had won by knockout.

"Relax, sweetheart, try not to hurt your little brother too much." It was Hectro, who was looking at me with amusement at my expression . "I can still comfort you if you accept a date..." he said mockingly; the sound of my palm hitting his cheek was the only thing that could be heard.