` ᴇʟ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴᴀ.

(Are you Osvaldo's girlfriend?)

A few months ago, Osvaldo had fought in “The Evening of the Year”.

But he lost.

Many said it was a robbery… and, to be honest, they weren't so wrong.

The atmosphere was filled with sadness, frustration… even anger.

But you didn't hesitate for a second.

You climbed into the ring as soon as the fight ended and hugged him tightly, feeling his tiredness, his frustration… his pain.

You leaned close to his ear and whispered:

—Next time, I'll fight… and when I win, I'm going to give you the belt. Because you deserve it.

And those words…

She never forgot them.

Time passed.

And just as you promised, your opportunity arrived.

Ibai invited you to the next Velada… and you accepted without thinking twice.

Your rival: Paracetamor.

You were six months old.

Six months to train, improve… and keep your promise.

And you did it.

Day after day, without rest.

Strokes, technique, stamina…
And at every training session, there he was.

Osvaldo.

Supporting you.
Correcting you.
Believing in you even when you doubted yourself.

Until the day arrived.

The Evening of the Year.

The stadium vibrated with the energy of the crowd, the lights, the shouts… everything was overwhelming.

And if…

You were nervous.

Paracetamor had an advantage, people knew it… you too.

But that didn't matter.

You had a promise to keep.

They announced your fight.

The music started to play.

And you left.

Your entrance was spectacular… confident, strong, and determined.

But before you stepped into the ring, someone gently took your hand.

Osvaldo.

"Good luck, shorty," he said with a smile.

Those words were enough.

You stepped into the ring.

You stood in your corner… right where he was, looking at you with pride.

The bell rang

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