At the Club
The music was loud, the crowd was wild, and neon lights splashed across the dance floor.
In the middle of the chaos, a tall figure danced with smooth, playful swagger—
Ben Whittaker, shining like he always does.
Then suddenly—
A rough hand grabbed his arm.
Before Ben could react, he was pulled through the dancing crowd, through the back door, and into a dark, dirty alley behind the club. Trash bags on the floor, thick humidity, and a disgusting smell floating in the air.
The man in front of him removed his hoodie slowly, then lifted his cap.
Mystery Man
"Hello, Mister Whittaker.
I'm Leonardo."
Benjamin Whittaker
eyes narrowed, annoyed
"What do you want?"
Leonardo
"I'm here with a favor from my boss."
He handed Ben a folded sheet of paper—important from the way he held it.
Ben took it casually, opened it, and scanned the content.
A grin appeared on his face—then he laughed.
Ben
"So let me get this straight…"
He raised the paper.
"This contract says I'll get one billion…
if I beat my next opponent?"
A pause.
"Alex Hunter?"
Leonardo
"Yeah. Why are you laughing?"
Ben rolled his neck, cracked his knuckles, smirked with pure confidence—the Whittaker way.
Ben
"Because I know I can win."
He stepped forward, face close to Leonardo's.
"So tell your boss something from me—
next time he wants to talk, don't drag people like that.
And tell him…"
He tapped the contract.
"…he better get that money ready.
Because I'm going to collect it."
Ben turned around and walked back into the pulsing club, the door slamming behind him as the music swallowed him again.
Leonardo stood frozen for a moment.
He didn't expect that.
He expected fear, not arrogance.
Not Ben Whittaker level confidence.
Leonardo
He stared at the club door Ben disappeared into, jaw dropped.
"WHAT he think he is? The king of the universe?!"
He kicks a trash can—
BAM!
Trash can doesn't move.
His foot does.
Leonardo
"AAARGH—FUCK! Why the hell this rubbish bin built like Iron Man suit?!"
He hops on one leg, grabbing his foot, face scrunched like a dying duck.
"Scared of Hunter? He should be scared of THIS PAIN first! Damn!"
He glares at the bin.
"You win this time… metal bastard."
Then he limps away dramatically.
Miguel's Place
Meanwhile, across the city, Miguel sat calmly in a luxury office, sipping hot tea.
Dark curtains. Expensive chandelier.
He wasn't alone.
A man in a long black coat sat in front of him.
A mystery guy, face shadowed.
Mystery Guy
"So what are you planning to do about that Hunter kid?"
Miguel let out a low laugh.
Miguel
"Don't worry. I'll handle him.
I'm sure he won't even make it to the final round."
Mystery Man
"You sound very confident.
Why are you so sure?"
Miguel smiled sharply—too calmly.
Miguel
"Because I've got dancers ready to perform…
and they perform very well when money is on the line."
He raised his teacup; the mystery man chuckled.
Both of them laughed—
dangerously.
In Alex's dream
Alex saw someone dancing—not normal dancing, but spinning, stepping, twisting like a demon with rhythm.
And then the dancer hit him.
Fast.
Strong.
Endurance like a machine.
Movements smooth like water.
Alex tried to react, but—
BOOM!
He woke up, sweating like he ran a marathon in his sleep.
In front of him were Coach Ray, Zayn, John, Mark, Encinto, and Jogo… all staring at him like he was a science experiment waking up wrong.
Ray
pannicked face
"Hey, kiddo, are you ok? You look like you just fought a tornado."
Alex
breathing heavily
"I—I'm ok…"
Zayn
Pointing at Alex like he found a secret.
"Nightmare?! Look at this boy!
Muscle like steel… heart like marshmallow!"
Everyone bursts laughing.
Ray tries to drink water but almost spits it out.
Alex ignores them, gets up and heads to the bathroom. He slams the door, takes a shower, trying to wash off the dream.
Outside
Coach Ray stands outside thinking deeply, rubbing his chin like an old kung-fu master.
Ray
"So… what's the best training for him now? Zayn?"
Zayn is sitting on a bench, sipping a carbonated drink like he's relaxing at the beach.
Zayn
calmly
"I think we should use the 5 Method."
Ray
eyes widen
"But that's too sudden, right? He might—"
Zayn
cuts him off, still sipping
"He trains every single day with insane exercises.
He can handle it. I'm sure."
Back in the Locker Room
Alex dries himself with a towel, puts on his clothes.
Who will my next opponent be?
Just like in the dream? That speed… that movement…
If it's true… then it's Prince Naseem.
Alex clenches his fists.
Alex
"ARGHHHHHHH!!! I WILL WIN THIS TIME! Just one more step before I beat Sean!"
He grabs his hoodie dramatically like an anime character powering up and storms out of the room.
At Ray's Training Area
Alex walks in ready to train—but he freezes.
Someone else is there.
Someone unexpected.
It's Lazon Hunter.
Lazon
"Long time no see, kiddo."
Alex
"What do you want?"
Lazon
"I'm here to help you."
Right after that, Zayn rushes in after hearing noises.
He sees Lazon and nearly chokes on air.
Zayn
"WHAT THE FUCK are you doing here?!"
Lazon steps forward, grabs Zayn's hand dramatically.
His eyes full of determination like he's about to confess love instead of offering help.
Lazon
"I want to help… your grandson, brother!"
Zayn freezes.
Speechless.
Confused.
Half impressed, half disgusted.
Zayn
(quiet)
"A–are you really… serious about this?"
Lazon
shouting from his soul
"YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
At the gym
Ray flips on all the lights.
The old gym glows to life — dusty, creaky, like it hasn't been touched since dinosaurs did push-ups in it.
Lazon
Squinting around
"Bro… why this gym look older than both of you combined? And why the 'old man museum' vibe?"
Ray
Laughing
"You're funny. This isn't just some old gym — this is where legends trained back then."
Alex's eyes suddenly sparkle like a little kid seeing a PS5 for the first time.
Alex
"Woah…!"
He starts walking around, checking every corner, every angle like he's doing house inspection.
John walks over.
"What you looking for, bro?"
Mark jumps in immediately:
"Yeah, what, you think you're gonna find Muhammad Ali's ghost training here?"
Both of them burst out laughing at their own joke.
Alex walks away, annoyed.
"Whatever, idiots."
But despite that, the hype inside him is building.
His body feels charged, his spirit ready.
Ray
"Alright… today we're using The Five Method."
He looks at Zayn.
Zayn nods like some old master approving a secret ritual.
Ray grabs an old sheet covering something big and yanks it down — and instantly the whole room EXPLODES with dust.
Everyone coughs, dust flying everywhere like a dying firework.
When the dust settles…
The Five Method chart stands tall.
Alex's eyes widen, shining bright.
Alex
"WOAAAAAHHH!!!"
Ben Whittaker's Scene
Ben stands in front of a massive skyscraper, hands in pockets, acting like he owns the whole city.
Ben
"Well… looks like it's jackpot time."
He walks into the building dramatically, like a superstar entering a stadium.
Suddenly a huge bodyguard approaches him.
Bodyguard
"Sir, I will assist you to Mr. Miguel Diaz's floor."
Ben gives him a cocky smile.
They both enter the lift.
Ben looks up at the man's bald head — shining like a polished bowling ball.
Ben
"So… this is the Diaz skyscraper?"
He pauses.
"And also… why is your head so shiny? I thought the sun came into the lift."
The assistant's forehead veins POP up like angry worms, but he keeps the polite smile.
Bodyguard
"Genetics, sir. My name is Brad."
Ding!
The lift opens into Miguel's private gym.
Ben walks in arrogantly, inspecting everything.
Ben
"So THIS is what your boss can afford? I expected more."
A shadow moves.
Miguel Diaz steps forward with a long coat and a corporate killer aura.
Miguel
"Sorry to disappoint you, Ben."
Brad clenches his fists, veins rising again.
Brad
"Sir… please… let me beat him."
Miguel
"No, Brad. Where are your manners?"
Brad instantly kneels.
"Sorry, sir."
Miguel turns back to Ben.
Miguel
"So… about our deal, Ben?"
Ben stares at Miguel with serious tension — the real business begins.
Alex's gym
Bag-punching sounds echoed through the room. The dusty air shook from the impact of every hit. Alex's sweat dripped onto the floor as he kept drilling the bag like a machine.
Ray
"STOP!"
Alex froze, breathing heavily, but before he could rest—
Ray
"NEXT TRAINING!"
Alex groaned, rolling his eyes, and dragged himself to the next station.
Zayn stood not far away, chatting with Lazon.
Lazon
"So this is the 5 Method?"
Zayn
"Yeah, basically like that. He'll do push-ups 10 minutes, sit-ups 10 minutes, pull-ups 10 minutes, skipping 10 minutes, and then sparring for 10 minutes with five fighters. And this whole thing will repeat for 1 to 2 hours straight."
Lazon's eyes widened like his soul left his body.
Lazon
"Doesn't that sound… extremely illegal?"
Zayn laughed.
"Don't worry. He's survived things more cruel than this."
Lazon laughed back.
"Yeah… that's the Hunter family."
Miguel private gym
Loud music blasted through the giant gym. It felt like a party—lights bright, bass booming — except the rhythm wasn't dancing footsteps.
It was punches.
Heavy punches, following the beat perfectly.
Miguel walked in and immediately pressed pause.
Ben
"Aww come on, bro, that's my vibe."
Miguel
"I don't care about your vibe. Where's your answer for our deal?"
Ben laughed and drank water like a boss.
"Relax, man. Enjoy the moment. That deal is fucking cruel, you know?"
Miguel smirked.
"So what? You scared of him now?"
Ben's face dropped serious.
"Okay, I'll accept the deal. But if I end up in the hospital, you're paying every damn bill."
Miguel nodded.
"Fine. I'm cruel, but not that cruel."
Ben grinned.
"Great. Now turn the damn music back on. I wanna enjoy this before I die."
Night falls
Alex's locker room
After a whole day of brutal training, Alex's whole body screamed in pain. He took a long shower, dried himself, and prepared to sleep.
But the night was freezing. Wind howled through the city like a ghost story.
Alex shivered.
"Why is it so damn cold? And why am I overthinking?"
He rubbed his hair in frustration, staring at the floor.
Can I win tomorrow? I've trained hard... so why I still think like this?
Come on man… I need confidence. This isn't just fighting anymore. If I want to beat Sean… I need to be the old me again.
Alex picked up his family photo and held it tightly.
Alex (whispering)
"Right… Dad?"
Miguel's home
Miguel sat on the couch drinking alcohol, thinking deeply.
Sean opened the door and saw his dad waiting there, looking serious.
Miguel
"What? You think you can't win?"
Sean
"I'm sure about him… but not about myself."
Miguel leaned forward.
"You want to be stronger, right?"
Sean
"Yeah. Of course."
Miguel's lips curved into a small smile.
Ben's training room
Ben sat on a chair drinking water, staring at his gloves.
Will I be able to defeat him?
He's a Hunter… not normal Hunter… he's from THE Hunter family.
A voice replied through his phone.
Sister
"So what about that? If our dad couldn't defeat him, why would you, Ben?"
Ben clicked his tongue.
"You think it's easy, sis?"
The next day.
The entire coliseum roared. The atmosphere was electric—heat, noise, tension—everyone's eyes locked on the ring.
Commentator
"IN MY LEFT! ONCE CALLED THE NEXT PRINCE NASEEM! THE DANCER! THE FAMOUS YOUNG STAR OF TODAY! BENNNNJAMINNN WHITAKER!!!!!!"
Second Commentator
"AND ON MY RIGHT! THE BOY WHO CAME OUT OF NOWHERE! THE ONE WHO DOMINATED THE RING! THE BOY WHO BEAT THE LEGEND—ALEXXXXXX HUNTERRRRRRR!!"
The coliseum exploded with cheering.
Alex stared straight into Ben's eyes.
Focused. Calm. Sharp.
Today… he had a goal.
Today… he had fire.
Today… he would win.
FIRST ROUND
RINGGGGGGG!!!!
Ben immediately stepped back, keeping distance. He wasn't about to let Alex rush him.
Alex's thoughts:
I'm charging in. He'll hold me off for a few meters… but I'm faster now.
Ben flicked jabs nonstop, maintaining space.
Ben's thoughts:
This is the best strategy. But I can't disappoint my fans either.
Alex tried to close distance again and again, but every time, Ben's jab stopped him.
Then suddenly—
BAM! A jab smashed Alex's face.
Then another.
Then a rapid combo—jab, jab, cross, jab.
Alex couldn't move, couldn't slip in.
No room to breathe.
In the audience
John
"Why isn't Alex moving?! He just takes the hits!"
Zayn
"Ben's controlling the distance. Alex can't get inside."
Mark
"So… Alex isn't on the same level as the pros?"
Encinto (serious)
"He is. But the outboxer style has the advantage right now. Alex has muscle—big frames move slower. It's hard to chase a dancer."
Jogo tapped Encinto's shoulder.
"Sir, his muscle is medium. Muscle makes you move faster, not slower…"
Encinto's face drained pale.
Everyone stared at him like he just insulted their mother.
Encinto
"Hehe…"
Back in the ring
Alex pushed forward again—
BAM! Another jab.
BAM! A cross.
Ben didn't stop.
Ben's thoughts:
Is this kid crazy? He thinks the same strategy will work on me?
Alex's face was covered in blood, but still he charged.
RINGGGGGGG!!!!
Round 1 ended.
Rest Time
Ray
"Hey boy! Why the hell you keep charging blindly?!"
Alex
"So what should I do then?"
Ray
"Focus on his hands. When he jabs—SLIP. Slip inside. But be ready for his other hand."
Alex nodded.
SECOND ROUND
Alex waited for the jab.
Ben's thoughts:
Damn it… he's learning. My jab is just to break his focus. Fine. I'll keep jabbing.
Ben threw one.
Alex slipped.
But Ben was ready—
BAM! Left cross to the face.
Alex slipped again—
BAM! Uppercut to the ribs.
Ben gasped in pain.
Alex didn't stop.
A hook.
Another hook.
Another.
Another—
10 hooks in a row, full power, vicious rhythm.
Blood sprayed across the canvas like rain.
Ben collapsed, shaking.
Alex stood over him—
cold eyes, blood dripping down his face.
Ben forced a smile through the fear.
Ben
"~Y-you beat me, boy…"
His voice trembled.
A single tear fell from Alex's eye.
The crowd went insane.
Commentator
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!! ALEX HUNTER BEATS THE DANCER!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!! AMAZINGGGGGGG!!!!"
Alex raised his hand…
and pointed directly at Miguel's VIP room.
Miguel and Sean smiled coldly.
Miguel & Sean training room
Miguel exhaled cigarette smoke.
Miguel
"You saw that, right? He pointed at you.
Means you're next."
Sean dropped to one knee.
Sean
"I understand. MAKE ME STRONGER!"
Alex locker room
Everyone crowded around him.
John
"Congrats, Alex!!"
Ray
"You're a beast, kid."
Zayn
"You bastard almost killed him, you know?"
Mark
"My friend is finally getting his revenge!"
Encinto
"This child hasn't even seen my PRIME yet!"
Everyone burst laughing.
Zayn
"Your prime? When? The day I beat your ass?"
More laughter filled the room.
Alex smiled quietly.
This… felt like family.
Alex
"Two days from now… I'll face Sean.
But I don't trust him.
I know Miguel is cartel. He won't fight fair."
Zayn nodded.
"I agree. So… what's your plan?"