Transported into Another World

Boxing.

That word struck me a lot throughout my life. I never really put myself into boxing, but my father was obsessed with it. He was the greatest in all of history, he defeated every single opponent and didn't back out from a fight. His strength was ruthless, some even said he hit harder than George Foreman himself, but in the end, I didn't care.

Until one day...

ROUND 12 - Hannon the Cannon Fist vs Greg The Bear.

"Blow after blow, this battle has gotten too long! This might be the toughest battle the world champion has had yet!" screamed the commentator. This was the final round of the Hannon vs Greg bout and it seemed very close. Greg's ferocity clashed against Hannon's strong blows.

Suddenly, Hannon was struck with a strong right hook, sending him to the floor. "And he's out!" the commentator squealed, jumping in excitement. Hannon grasped his fist, staring at the floor. ("Am I going to bite the dust here...?") the thought tempted him to give up. More and more it shouted for him to end the battle entirely. ("You've been fighting for ages, it's time for you to retire now.") it told him. It was grasping onto him, slowly and steadily. Chewing onto him like a rat on his side.

Then, a flicker of his son's face emerged in his head. His eyes widened, stricken with disbelief. "Gray..." he muttered. All he could think about is his son. His son never really cared about boxing as it never interested him at all. Even when he kept trying to boast about how he was the greatest in history, his son never paid attention. It was until this morning that something clicked. "Okay Dad, I'll watch today." his son told him.

His son agreed to watch the TV this time to see his father set out and box. Hannon was stunned, his son never actually took the time to even hear him out until now. His son, Gray, was actually listening to him about boxing!

Turning around, trying to hide his joy, he stepped out of the house for the last time before his next title defense. He then told Gray some words before setting off,

"Just watch, I'll win no matter what."

With this flashback, it made his soul erupt in flames of determination. "Today is the day..." he said, standing up at the eight count. Whipping his cruel glare at his opponent, it made nearly the whole crowd erupt in cheer. "Today is the day where I can't disappoint my son!" he screamed.

The battle continued once again, this time with Hannon going in for the advance. Greg quickly shelled up and started moving his upper body in a swirling motion, just like the Peek-a-boo style. Hannon started throwing jabs and right hands, multiple different combos left and right, but Greg quickly weaved and countered Hannon like nothing. Hannon struck with a clean blow to the face, kept his composure, and kept attacking. Hannon soon realized he hit the golden spot.

His opponent was pushed to the corner with his relentless combinations, preventing Greg to keep moving back. It was time for Hannon to use his ultimate right hand, the Cannon fist. Greg saw how easily telegraphed his punch was and put up a quick guard against the Cannon fist. With a smirk, Greg anticipated his next move after blocking the punch.

As soon as Greg blocked the first blow, immediately a left jab pierced through his guard right after. "I told my son this once, whenever someone's guard is weak, you can always break through it!" Hannon shouted before going in for the next Cannon fist.

Bam! The blow was so strong, you could hear it echo throughout the arena. Hannon then continued to overextend with his Cannon fist, pushing Greg through the arena itself. He then kept punching and punching, before snapping the arena in half using Greg's body.

Falling to the ground was Greg's unconscious body, and standing in the light was Hannon, raising his fist. The crowd erupted in cheers as the sight was magnificent. "AND WHAT A COMEBACK, THIS FIGHT WAS INTENSE!" the commentator screamed with tears. Hannon smiled. "You saw that Gray? I told you I would win..." he muttered in a weak tone before collapsing.

11 years later...

" Oi, oi, Gray, wake up! Coach A is teaching us right now." Ben stated. Gray snapped out of the daydream that he was encapsulated in due to Ben's words. "Ben, I understand. Can you please stop bothering me?" Gray requested. Gray then listened to the lesson that Coach A gave. "Alright guys, just plug n' chug and do your magic for this problem." Pre-Calculus was relatively easy for Gray. He understood how to do many of these questions within just a minute of listening to them.

Gray yawned, as he had little sleep before coming to school. It was his dad's anniversary yesterday after he passed away in the boxing ring and he had to stay up nearly all night for the anniversary. Gray sighed, knowing he could've been playing Rust all night with how long he spent awake for the anniversary party. ("Man I wish I could go home and play Rust right now...")

Gray began dozing off once more, thinking about his father. His father was huge compared to him. Unlike his father, Gray was fat and his upper body was weak. He also had a hard time seeing without his glasses. He wondered if he was born differently, would he be more happy? Would he finally get a girlfriend that he had been waiting for? Gray had some girls in the past that had a crush on him, but he merely didn't have the same feelings for them.

Now in the present day, where Ben constantly whines about not having a girlfriend, it really had Gray thinking about his relationship status too. Speaking about Ben, he's wearing his usual yellow shirt and black leggings. He always wears this fit no matter what day and time. Gray thought he was pretty weird in general for doing this.

Continuing staring at Ben, he suddenly flopped his head onto the desk. Gray, looked at Ben and wasn't shocked by this bizarre behavior. Ben always had erratic behavior like this so it seemed that Ben was doing this once more. This thought continued until Gray noticed that Ben still was motionless, there is no movement of breathing or any other signs of life present.

Gray then tapped Ben, trying to see a response from him. Nothing. Pure silence emerged from him. "Ben...?" Gray questioned. Coach A then looked over and stopped his lesson. "Ay Gray, is Ben doin' fine over there?" he asked. Gray then felt a weird shock in himself before blacking out.

* * * * * * *

"Isn't he adorable?" a female voice says.

"Indeed, he looks just like you dear." a male voice replied.

"Oh honey, I love you so much."

Opening his eyes, Gray notices an attractive blonde woman in a beautiful white gown. Standing alongside her, seemed to be her husband in a nice blue court suit with slick black hair. The room is in lavish decor, in a very detailed marble design. The seats are luxurious and the windows seem to be huge. Glancing around this design feels unfamiliar with the modern world, almost like it was set back in time to the medieval era.

("What is this? Where am I?!") Gray shouted.

"GUH" Gray let out. He can't seem to formulate his words correctly for some reason whenever he spoke. ("Who are you people, why is this room so fancy?!")

"GAH BOO BOO GOO GOO GA GA"

The woman's face lit up. "Awww, he's so adorable!" she said, squeezing against Gray's face. The father smiled. "I already have a name for this baby boy, as it seems his hair is a little different than ours," he said, looking at Gray's hair. "Let us name this boy, Gray!" the father cheered.

Gray's face went stoic. ("That's the same name I had before.")