Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ TKO- Total Knock Out ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

FINAL FANTASY VIII MOVIE/ TKO- TOTAL KNOCK OUT

starring Zell Dincht and Seifer Almasy

co starring Squall Leonhart and Irvine Kinneas

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chapter 1

It was the final bell of the match a man was on the floor of the arena with the ref hovering over him smacking the ground. "5 4 3 2 1 he's out! The winner and still champion Zeeeeeeeeell Dincht!!" The crowd roared with excitement for the hometown champ. He was the youngest boxer in the league at 17, short but well built. The best boxer in Balamb.

The little town loved him, his skills gave them a reason to be proud, but they also admired how kind and well mannered he was, younger kids looked up to him and older ones respected him. You could always depend on little Zell Dincht despite the look of pointed hair, tattoo and fanged teeth.

The ref lifted Zell's arm in the air and he thanked the people with a huge grin. His coach, and best friend, Squall Leonhart came into the ring and they hugged. Then Squall lifted Zell's other arm as the crowd chanted his name. "Zell Zell Zell Zell……"

His opponent was leaving the ring with his coach and a broken nose. The referee gave Zell a pat on the back as the two of them left the arena, they barreled through the crowd of fans all trying to get a feel of the champ. Squall pulled them through keeping his head down trying to avoid photographers. As much as Zell loved the publicity he never went against what his coach said. Their relationship was tight and weird at first but they became friends quick and are great partners.

They finally made it to the safety of the locker room leaving the crowd still cheering as they left behind them. Zell pulled his mouth guard out. "Man I was afraid I'd lose it if that guy held out any longer." He said as Squall stood in front of him undoing his gloves. Squall was always a serious man, never really showed any emotion and you could never tell what he was thinking.

"Yeah well you did good kid." He pulled the gloves off then sat on a bench and wrote something on his clipboard. Zell started stretching his fingers and massaging his palms. He tossed his gloves and mouth guard into his duffle bag then sat on the bench beside his coach.

"So what's up next?" He asked looking over at the expressionless man then he leaned forward to take off his shoes and put on his regular sneakers. "Final match here Friday."

Zell stood up after getting his sneakers on and changed his boxing shorts to his favorite pair of long blue jeaned ones. "Last one already, against who?" He asked pulling a black tank top over his head. "Some Rex guy, he's supposed to be the best from Trabia."

He finished packing his bag and Squall stood to pick it up. "Best ha!" He punched at the air "I can beat anyone anywhere anytime." He began bouncing on his feet with his fist to his face. "Whatever, just don't get too cocky." His coach said heading for the door. Zell stopped his bouncing and stared at his friend disappear out the door then he ran to catch up. They walked silently to the parking lot.

Its not that Squall didn't believe in Zell and gods knows he deserved his cockiness. It was just the fact that no matter how good you are there's always someone out there a little better and he didn't want the boy to be too disappointed if he ever came face to face with that person.

They walked to Squall's car so he could take Zell home. "After Friday's match we start training for-" "World Championship baby!" They got into the car with high hopes.

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In Deling City there was another match that night between Deling's hometown and regional champ and the 'supposed best' from Timber. The crowd was hanging out of their seats screaming with excitement as they watched their 6"2 well built champ, with slicked back short cut blonde hair and legs from Deling to Dollet enter the ring. He wore black pants fitting perfectly and black gloves to match, leaving his finely toned chest shirtless for all eyes to see. Followed by his coach almost as tall at 6"0 with his long auburn hair in a ponytail, wearing a western style ensemble, long tan trench coat, black cowboy hat, boot and chaps over his jeans. Irvine Kinneas famous for his look, personality and coaching skills, which shown obviously through his trainee.

They were a site the two of them and the public loved them. The champion easily straddled over the ropes and into the ring landing gracefully. "Seifer Aaaaaaaaaaalmasyyyyyyyy." As the referee announced the champs entrance the crowd went wild with whistles and hollers.

"Go get 'em partner." His coach yelled from the side line. Seifer grinned wickedly at his opponent and the guy from Timber tried hard to keep a straight face as they bounced in front of each other waiting for the match to begin. He had every right to be nervous because not only was Seifer big and powerful but he had speed too and an intimidating glare to match his hardcore skills and personality.

The crowd was silenced for a minute awaiting the sound of the bell 'ding' . The noise returned as the match began. At first they just watched each other carefully it was a trade of Seifer to wait for his opponents to move first giving them a little hope of victory, very little.

When it was obvious the man wasn't going to move he decided it was time to end this quick. He came at the guy quick hitting him hard in the stomach causing the guy to lean over gasping. Before he could catch his breath Seifer punched the side of the guys head with his left hook then gave him an uppercut sending the man flying backwards. "3 strikes your out." Seifer said leaning over the lifeless looking body then he waved for the ref to start the count down. The guy slid to the floor near the fallen body and began counting the crowd joined in with him.

"10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2......1, He's out." The ref cried and the cheers went up. "The winner once again Seifer fucking Almasy people." Irvine jumped into the ring putting his arm around the winner. A photographer called Seifer's name, he turned flashing that perfect devious grin and the photographer took the shot. The picture froze in black and white turning into a newspaper shot with the headline, 3 HITS 3 SECONDS!!!!!