Across the lane of green wild trees, and a metro brige passing beneath the sun rising there's a small yet sophisticated boxing Court to train.
Theo Ashford was a popular name there.

Some times people of the city are invited to see the matches held. like flying fruitflies they gather to see the match like a fruit that kept to taste, for them boxing was one such greatest entertainment.
most of the time, these boxing pratices was in sounds to people's screams over waterfalls of the city landscape. it was quite a strong irony- heavy falling waterfalls, quietly falling pink flowers and silently standing beautiful snow mountains, all the softness of the nature but people still fight to noise, to fight to see others fight, till the very end of every life.

"Theo, the match gonna start at any moment boy! froze your heart, fold your arms and aim for ribs" Coach Caden Steele...