Who could ever forget? Boxing star from ten years ago, a young and inexperienced kid with a burning heart and trembling hands. He had a rocketing career, arising to be legendary, a myth from inside the ring. His style was plainly simple, he was an in-fighter, a Swarmer, if you will. But he was no ordinary boxer, his abnormally nimbleness in footwork and ease to switch movements adroitly made him fatal. He managed to close the gaps before they were even created, then following through with a flurry of jabs. The puissance behind every punch could be labeled as peak human. He managed to throw even the biggest of opponents of with a decent uppercut.
Additionally, that same quickness with his feet morphed swimmingly into a well-nigh outside-boxing stance. His reach wasn't as good as uncharted out-fighter, like Muhammad Ali, yet he could sluggishly draw the opponent nearer with flicker jabs, whizzing like a whip in the wind. That was the flawless distraction, creating an opening whilst keeping outside of the reach of the most overwhelming opponents, towering around him. His flickering combined with a slight, well-timed inclination could lead enemies to believe they had him open and in range, so when they dove in to find a swift retreat, they would already be suffering from the punishment of underestimation, because they were open and in his reach now, so the tables were promptly turned.
His durability was insane, as well, managing to take a heavyweight's beating and still being able to get up after, hurt and dizzy, yet ready for pummeling. Many say his endurance was a result of accustoming with constant beatings since a child. From others, then from his gym-mates, and later from professional fighters. It was like he shrugged off damage partially, so he could only actually feel hurt after he had hurt the adversary.
Seeing it like this, there was no doubt he would rise. His notorious ability to learn with each victory or defeat, enhanced by his breathtaking adaptability mid-fight, made him a fearful opponent. Few could eat his jab sequence pursued by a one-two, and even fewer could withstand an up-close uppercut to the body. He drew a lot of attention and his life seemed fairly joyous. Often he could be seen hanging around with friends he made across his journey and, albeit he never settled down, he had his fair share of beauties.
So why? Why would a prodigy like Adam Oleksander Zelenko quit out of the blue?
The answer is rather simple: in the great night of his debut at the WBA championship, he was paired against a friend he held dear. The fight was quick, actually, with a powerful step-in uppercut which hit the enemy's chin in a deafening uproar, forcing him to collapse after a couple of rebounds. He never did measure his strength... He humiliated his friend and swallowed coldly. After that day, no one else heard the name Adam at the boxing world.
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