The crowd was cheering, their hearts bounding, who was going to win? Right then Max threw a punch, August, his opponent, was struck in the head, nocked unconscious. The crowd screamed with excitement. He had done it once again, Max won the mach. Of course it wasn’t a surprise that he won; after all he had never lost. This was Max’s profession, boxing. Though his parent never understood why his dream was to beat up people, they let him do it because they love him. Since he was young, Max had always had a deep fascination to the world of boxing. Even as a toddler, he was always stronger than two boys his own age combined. All this strength led him to want to work out. He went to work out at a gym for the first time when he was only nine. Now all this strength and power made him very popular at school, and who was he to say that he didn’t love it? His parents began to worry when he started to brag about his abilities. They were concerned that he would develop, well, a big head. They tried talking to him but it seemed like no use. He would listen and agree to what they were saying but he never would really learn. Life went on that same for Max, being popular at school but not so much at home. When he graduated high school he found a real coach to help him along with his dream of being a boxer. He worked and worked and then he got it, his very first match. He fought hard and won. As he did with his next match and the next, never losing a single match. He became very well known. Once again all the fame got to his head, causing him to boast and brag. All of this eventually caused him to be very greedy and selfish, particularly with his money. Max’s parents had spent a fortune to get him to where he was. They spent so much money that they had none left. They ended up selling their house and living in their car just to get by. They asked their son for just a little money, but he refused, Max…