I watched again another day as she played in the orchard with her sister and her freinds, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. I watched the glistening in her eyes as she played, she seemed so happy. I remembered the first time I saw that sparkle, it was the day she stole my heart. But my memory this time was of my best freind.

It had been a few weeks since our swim out in the pond. I told her we had to do it again sometime, she just blushed under her hat and gave me a nugde. We spent the day bucking apple trees, when it got too hot we sat under the gazebo sipping on lemonade. We talked about our friends, she had a lot more stories than me. Probably because I hadn't had any friends since I ran away. She told me all the stories, I saw fire in her eyes every time she talked about Rainbow Dash, it seemed the two were always in compitition with each other. I laughed whenever she got excited and jumped up to imitate her final moments of victory against her rival.

"Whaddabout you Ex?" she asked.

"Huh?" I said confused.

"Y'ever had a rival ya just HAD ta beat every time ya met?"

"Well," I thought, there was this one stallion I remember I was always trying to beat in the ring, the only one who could go until it was a tie every time.

"There was one guy." I told her.

"Well let's hear the story I feel like the one talkin' the whole time." she said eagerly.

"Ok, ok," I told her trying to calm the mare down.

Every time Heavy Hooves Darts and I got in the ring it was always a tie. Both of us were undefeated, we sparred everyday. We trained in the same gym, he was always training right next to me and I enjoyed the freindly competition. It made training with my father a little more bearable, he wasn't alway screamimg "ONE MORE ONE MORE!" in my ear because the two of us always were trying to push just one more.

There was a reason they called him Heavy Hooves, he had hooves that could take out a pumpkin cart. Get hit by one and you would be dazed the rest of the round. I was the only one in the gym who could dodge him. We hung out after workouts, we'd wander the streets looking for trouble, gangsters who hadn't found out who we were yet or ones who thought they could win with an increase in numbers. They never won, no matter how many members they brought or what kind of weapons they had they always ran away with their tails between their flanks and me and old Heavy would be in stitches with laughter.

One day though a recruiter came to the gym, Heavy and I were in the ring together so we hadn't noticed. He watched the whole match start to finnish when we both went down for the count. When we came to we saw him in the middle of the ring clapping his hooves together. He was a tan colt with a chocolate colored mane and a pair of bucking gloves on his flank.

"Well done boys," he said, "my name is Dirt." he told us. I snickered a bit he ignored it.

"I'm here to offer one of you the chance of a life time," he told us both of our ears pricked up, "One of you is going to compeate in a tournament to fight for the Lightweight Division Championship of Manehatten."

The Lightweight Division Chamionship was the entrance to every young boxers career only the best of the best Lightweight divisioners got to participate. And Dirt was a recruter, I totally forgot about him, seventeen of the ponies he chose had moved into Chamionship Lightweight, and three had advanced into Heavyweight. In the buckboxing world he was was considered to have a golden eye for recruting.

"Son," he said looking at me my heart jumped, "I want to represent you in the Championship Fight, whadda ya say." he said holding out his hoof. I was about to shake it but I saw the dispaired look in Heavy's eyes as he turned to leave the ring. I pushed Dirt's hoof away, "No," I told him, I pointed at Heavy, "Heavy Hooves Darts over there is the better fighter hooves down I told him."

He looked at me, "Son are you sure?"

"WHAT IN TARTARUS DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" my father exploded.

"I'm not going father I'm not ready." I protested.

"YOUR GUNNA BUCKING PASS UP OUR MEAL TICKET WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS HAS ALL BEEN ABOUT?" my father shouted, my ears pulled back out of fear.

"Sir please," Dirt pushed in front of us he was chest to chest with my father, "as a former hoofboxer I would like to say that this is entirely your sons decision, you cannot force him to fight if he doesn't want to."

"Well I do want to fight," I said, both Dirt and my father looked at me surprised, "I just think Heavy deserves it more." I finnished.

"DESER-" my father began but Dirt cut him off.

"Well son if you really want to compeate I do have a freind in recruiting who has yet to find a fighter." he offered, I shot a smile to Heavy. Now we could both compete, he shot me a challanging glance, I nodded it was on. We'd fight in the championship for the Lightweight Division of Manehattan Hoofboxing.

I finnished my story with a prideful look on my face.

"Thayt's it?" AJ said.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well what about the fight?" she asked eagerly, "Who won?"

"Well..." my voice simmered down as my ears fell and my face hit the floor, "that's just it, during the final round it was Heavy and me." I told her, her face changed when she realized what I ment.

That's right, during the championship round somepony had to be belted so it went into OT. Thirty-six rounds of two BFF's pounding each others muzzles in, the crowd ate it up it's what they came for. Then round thirty-five came we were both exhasted, after the bell rang he cheap shot bucked me in the ribs. He really wanted to win, when the next round began I rushed at him and threw up my hooves, he was never good at dodging, he should have weaved out of the way. Instead he moved back thinking he had enough room, he forgot the ropes were behind him, I hit him square in the esophogus. He fell to the floor, the reff started counting, it was only after the count when he didn't get up that they called the paramedics.

After he was carted off all I could think of was him, even being belted the new champ. Several hour later I found out the news. All buckboxers had to sign a death waiver. If they died in the ring it wasn't anypony's fault but their own, 'workforce hazard'. I quit, I skipped town and never looked back.