My Boxing System: The Undisputed Champion

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Pressure and Expectations



Troy's gloves slammed against the heavy bag, each punch echoing through the gym like gunshots. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking into his tank top, but he didn't stop. His shoulders ached, his knuckles felt raw, but Marcus's voice rang in his head:

"Precision over power. Don't waste a single punch."

The Boxing System chimed softly in his mind:

"Task: Prepare for the Regional Tournament. Progress: 65%."

Marcus stood nearby, arms crossed and eyes sharp as they tracked every one of Troy's movements.

"Hunter, you're dropping your left hand again," Marcus barked. "You think your opponent's going to miss that? Keep your guard up!"

Troy grit his teeth and adjusted, his left hand snapping back into position. The exhaustion was creeping in, but he pushed through. The regional tournament was only two weeks away, and every second counted.

Miguel leaned against the ropes, chewing gum with a smirk on his face. "Man, Marcus is riding you hard, rookie. You better win this tournament after all this work."

"I'm trying," Troy shot back, breathless.

"No," Marcus cut in, his voice cold and firm. "You're not trying, Hunter. Trying is just a word people use when they don't want to admit they aren't doing enough. You either do it or you don't. Now get in the ring. Kenny's waiting for you."

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Kenny was already stretching in the ring when Troy climbed through the ropes. His gloves were laced tight, and his face was serious—no usual playful banter this time.

"Ready, Hunter?" Kenny asked, rolling his neck.

Troy nodded, dropping into his stance. The System chimed in:

"Task: Sparring Session – Win three consecutive rounds against a skilled opponent."

The bell rang, and Kenny came forward, sharp and calculated. His jab snapped out like a whip, keeping Troy at bay. Troy bobbed his head, slipping the jab and pivoting to the side.

"Good movement!" Marcus shouted from the corner. "Now counter!"

Kenny lunged forward with a cross, but Troy saw it coming. He ducked under it and threw a crisp body shot that forced Kenny to step back.

"Counterpunch landed. Progress: 20%."

The two fighters circled each other, sweat dripping, breaths heavy. Kenny feinted a hook, baiting Troy into raising his guard, then delivered a sharp jab that landed flush on Troy's nose.

Stars exploded in Troy's vision, but he shook it off. His head movement was still sharp, and when Kenny overextended with another cross, Troy slipped and landed an uppercut clean under Kenny's chin.

Kenny stumbled back, blinking in surprise.

"That's it!" Marcus barked. "Stay on him!"

The rest of the round was a war. Kenny's experience kept him in control, but Troy's speed and precision allowed him to land clean counters whenever an opportunity arose.

When the bell rang, both fighters retreated to their corners, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

"You're getting better, Hunter," Kenny said between breaths. "But you still hesitate when you see an opening."

Troy nodded, wiping sweat from his face. He already knew Kenny was right.

"Task Progress: Win three consecutive rounds. Progress: 33%."

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After training, Marcus dismissed the fighters early, giving Troy a rare moment to breathe. As he packed his gear, Vince Malone strolled into the gym, his signature leather jacket catching the flickering overhead lights.

"Well, if it isn't Troy Hunter. You're looking sharp, kid."

Troy stiffened, glancing over at Marcus, who was glaring daggers at Vince.

"What do you want, Vince?" Marcus asked, his voice low and sharp.

"Relax, old man," Vince said smoothly, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm just here to check on my future investment. Troy, kid, you've got something special. The regional tournament's big, but there's a bigger stage waiting for you if you play your cards right."

Troy hesitated, his fists tightening around his wraps. "What do you mean?"

Vince grinned. "Win that tournament, and I'll set you up with a televised fight. Big audience, real money. You'd be putting yourself on the map overnight."

Marcus stepped between them, his voice cold. "He's not ready for that, Vince. He's still learning. You keep trying to rush him, and you're going to ruin everything we've built here."

Vince's grin faded slightly. "Look, Marcus, you've done a great job shaping him so far. But talent like this? It doesn't wait around forever."

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Troy felt like he was caught between two forces pulling him in opposite directions.

The System chimed softly in his mind:

"Task Updated: Make a critical decision regarding your future in boxing. Progress: 90%."

Vince sighed and turned to Troy. "Think about it, kid. Big things are waiting for you."

With that, Vince walked out, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

Marcus turned to Troy, his eyes hard but not unkind. "Listen to me, Hunter. There are no shortcuts in this sport. Vince sees dollar signs, but I see a fighter who can become great if he takes his time. You've got a choice to make, and I hope you make the right one."

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Later that night, Troy sat on the roof of his apartment building, the cool breeze cutting through his hoodie. The city lights stretched out below him, twinkling like stars on the ground.

His phone buzzed. It was Jayden.

"You good, man? Haven't heard from you today."

Troy sighed, his head full of noise. Between Marcus's warnings, Vince's promises, and the looming regional tournament, he felt like he was being torn in half.

The System chimed again:

"Task Progress: Make a critical decision regarding your future in boxing. Progress: 100%."

"Reward: +2 Mental Resilience, +1 Confidence."

Troy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He made his choice.

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The next morning at the gym, Troy walked straight up to Marcus, his stance firm and his voice steady.

"I'm sticking with you, Coach. No shortcuts. No rush. I'll do this the right way."

Marcus nodded, pride flickering in his eyes. "Good choice, Hunter. Now get in the ring. We've got work to do."

The System chimed softly one last time that day:

"Task Complete: Choose your path. Future unlocked: The Road to Greatness."

Troy tightened his wraps, climbed into the ring, and prepared for the hardest fight of his life—the fight to become the best.


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