Chapter 6: The Mysterious Profile

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The Mysterious Profile

As Damon looked at the screen in front of him, his eyes got bigger and his mind tried to make sense of all the information that was there.

The information on the screen seemed to go on and on, with information about every part of his life, from his personal life to how he fights.

Personal Information:

- Name: Damon Cross

- Age: 19

- Nationality: Ireland-Japan

He read aloud, but his voice was fraught with doubt. "What the fuck is this?"

As he scrolled through the profile, his eyes scanned the

physical information:

- Weight: 50 kg / 110 lbs

- Height: 6'2"

- Reach: - Arm: 74"

- Leg: 34"

- Weight Class: Flyweight (Underweight for this class)."

It made Damon's face scrunch up in disgust. "Underweight? What does that even mean?"

He kept reading, and his brow wrinkled in concentration.

- Fights:

- Total Fights: 0

Fighting Style:

- Style: Freestyle

Damon's eyes got very dark. "Freestyle? I don't even know what that means."

He winced when he read the part about physical stats.

Physical Stats:

- Strength: F-

- Speed: F-

- Stamina: F-

- Endurance: C+

- Agility: F-

Damon was so embarrassed that his face turned bright red. "F-? What kind of grade is that?"

It wasn't much better on the mental stats part.

There was no answer when he knocked again.

Dejected, he turned to leave, but as he reached the small gate, he heard the door creak open.

He turned to see a girl, clad in a stunning nightdress, her hair disheveled, and her eyes shining with a blend of irritation and interest.

When Damon looked into her eyes, he felt a sudden wave of desire.

He went back to the door, and the sound of his steps crunching on the ground of grass and concrete reached their ears.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound casual, but the girl's scowl deepened.

"The fuck? What are you doing here? We're not a charity. Get out of here before my boyfriend shoots you," she snapped, her voice venomous.

Damon's eyes widened, taken aback by her hostility. Before he could respond, a voice boomed from inside the house.

"Ayy, babe, who's at the door?"

The girl yelled back, "Just some bum!" She pulled the door close, but not before Damon caught a glimpse of her disgusted expression. "It seems these crackheads are getting more conceited day by day," she muttered.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from inside the house, growing louder with each passing moment. "Hey, what are you doing?" The girl looked back inside the house, and a head poked outside. Damon's eyes locked onto the familiar face - Joey, the guy who had offered him the fight.

"Ayy, man, what are you doing here?" With a smile spreading on his face, Joey asked.

Damon's eyes kept moving back and forth between Joey and the girl, who was now staring at him with disgust and disappointment.

After clicking her tongue, she slammed the door shut behind her and went back inside.

Joey chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry about that, man. She's just a little...passionate."

The look in Damon's eyes was intense as they locked on Joey's. "What do you need, man?" Joey put his back against the doorframe.

Damon didn't waste time. "You said I'd get money if I fought, so where's the money?" He looked at Joey dead in the eye, his tone firm but polite.

Joey's face went from being curious to being startled. "Wait, man, when I said you'd get money, I meant if you won the tournament. You didn't win the tournament, let alone your fight."

Damon's face fell as realization dawned on him. He thought about it, and it made sense.

Why hadn't he thought of that?

He looked at Joey with an apologetic expression. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. Can I come fight tomorrow? I promise I'll win the tournament."

Joey chuckled. "No, not tomorrow. We only hold fights on Saturdays. You can come next Saturday, that cool?" Damon nodded, and plans for the next fight were already going through his head.

As Damon turned to leave, Joey called out, "Hold up, man, I'll be right back." Damon looked back, curious, as Joey disappeared into the house.

He returned with a rush, carrying some bananas and a full loaf of bread. "Take this, I know it's not enough, but you can get some food, okay?"

Damon's eyes widened as he stared at Joey's outstretched hand, his mind frozen in disbelief.

No one had ever shown him such kindness before.

He looked at Joey's face, wondering if he was joking, but Joey's smile was genuine.

Damon's hand trembled as he reached out and took the offerings, his voice croaked but shaking slightly. "Thank you."

Joey smiled. "No problem, man. Saturday morning, you come here, there's always fights." Damon nodded, still in shock, and walked away.

As he disappeared, Joey watched him go, a thoughtful expression on his face.