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whisker-biscuit · 6 years

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Harley Quinn is Not A Good Role Model: Chapter 16

Rated T-M for language and graphic descriptions of violence

Pairing: Dr. Flug/Black Hat

Summary: Dr. Flug Slys is a successful psychiatrist working at one of the world’s most respected mental institutes for the criminally insane. But this new patient is unlike anything he’s ever encountered. Flug is determined to help him, nonetheless.

Black Hat has other ideas.

Chapter 15: The Best Laid Plans, Version 2

That night, Flug went home early and spent a good half hour writing emails back and forth between his boss and the Inspector, trying to figure out a good date and time for their collaboration. The meeting was eventually set for that Thursday at 15:00, by the Institute’s time zone. It was going to be the best chance they had to get such important information, and Flug began writing down prospective questions and follow-ups.

The psychiatrist was startled out of his brainstorming by another email notification, however, and he cocked his head bemusedly when he didn’t recognize the address. It was a company-sanctioned one, so he went ahead and opened the message.

Dr. Slys,

This is Nurse Susie Hase, we’ve met a few times at work. I know this is very short notice, but I was hoping to talk to you tomorrow if that’s possible, maybe at the break room? Please let me know if or when we can talk.

Susie

She was the nurse he saw most often when filling prescriptions; the one he had run into the day of – well, that day. Flug frowned at the rather out-of-left-field email and pulled up a reply. Something quiet moved in his stomach as he responded with a ‘yes that’s fine, but it’d have to be very early tomorrow. Maybe 8 am?’

His computer dinged again almost immediately, and Flug chewed at his lip as he read the hasty affirmation and the promise of it being a short get together. He didn’t have any problem with Susie, really, but they’d rarely interacted beyond professional courtesy and the nagging in his gut wouldn’t go away. And after the almost accusatory questions from Ben and Lucas the day before, the doctor was feeling more than a little suspicious.

He let the suspicion stew a bit instead of dismissing it; paranoia had helped him survive this long and he wasn’t going to discount it with the bizarre, sick feeling tucked away in the corner.

...

The Institute didn’t really have a break room, but more of a mingling space. It was at the very end of the Floor 1 hallway, past all the staff offices, where the building stopped in a square-shaped dead end with a large barred window overlooking the parking lot. Someone had put a fake potted plant in one corner and it suddenly became the place to go when one wanted to unofficially hang out with a coworker.

Flug had never had much of a reason to come here, simply because he was strictly on professional terms with most of the other psychiatrists. But the nagging feeling still wouldn’t leave until he had passed his office door and ambled around the corner. He spotted Susie standing quietly at the window, sipping from a porcelain mug, and she turned around at the sound of his approach.

“Hello Dr. Slys,” the nurse offered tentatively. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Um, yeah.” The doctor fidgeted in response and rubbed the back of his bag. “I know it’s really early, but I d-didn’t want to impede on, either of our schedules and I wasn’t sure what you...wanted to talk about. What did you want to talk about?”

Susie wrapped her hands more snugly around her steaming drink. She looked a little embarrassed. “I just, wanted to ask you how you’ve been.”

He stared at her. “Uh, sorry?”

“I know that’s, that’s a personal question!” She huddled closer to the fake fern. “Or at least, it’s a little out of ordinary to ask you that, so I don’t know if it’s a personal question? I just...thought I needed to ask you.”

“Uh…” Flug was strangely incoherent today, and it wasn’t even 8 am yet. “It’s not...I don’t mind. I’ve been...” Stressed. Emotional. Overanalyzing. “...the usual. No big deal.”

“Oh.” Susie blinked. “Well I ah, hope the usual isn’t too bad?”

“No, it’s not. Actually, I’d say things have been better, lately.” He thought of yesterday, of music and Black Hat and staying professional. The ends of his mouth quirked unseen.

“That’s good, I’m happy to hear it.” The nurse looked down at her mug. “I know this is kinda out of the blue, asking to hang out like this, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. So I understand if you, wanted to leave now.”

“Um.” He really needed to stop starting his sentences like that. “I really don’t mind, but uh…why would you – what’s the reason for the worry?”

Susie grimaced and her eyes flitted up to his widened goggles. “I’ve just been…well you remember how we bumped into each other in the lobby the other day? You looked really stressed out that day and I just…haven’t been able to stop thinking about that. I – I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”

“Well that’s…really kind of you.” Kinder than some coworkers who would not be named. “I’ve been fine, really. Me being stressed is just a-another part of me, at this point.”

“You don’t have to explain that to me, Doctor.” Her lips curled into a sad smile for a moment. “But are you – I mean do you need anything? I know you tend to skip lunch sometimes, but my partner always packs more than enough for me everyday so if you wanted something…”

She was looking him up and down, very cautiously, and Flug realized she might be thinking some not so nice things about his skinny form. He opened his mouth to cut off that train of thought and –

“Hey!”

Both doctor and nurse flinched at the sound of Bautista’s voice behind them. They turned almost simultaneously to see him standing in the middle of the hallway, arms cross and cool expression on his face. His eyes wandered briefly to Susie in observation before settling back on the doctor.

“Dr. Slys, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The man dropped his arms and moved forward heavily to join them. Flug tensed up and felt Susie shift uneasily behind him.

“What do y-you want?” He forced his shoulders down from his neck and put his hands on his hips. “If this is about Black Hat’s case again, then –”

“Nah, not about that,” Bautista waved one hand dismissively. He stepped close and towered above both of them. “I wanted to ask you about that one day, but I haven’t seen you at all. Have you been avoiding me?”

“Um, maybe, maybe I should go…” Susie said quietly from her place at the fern. She stepped around Flug��s right side only to stop short when Bautista moved left to block her. The only way she could leave was to shimmy between the wall and his side, and the nurse took a stiff step backwards as she realized this. There was a pinched look on her face that suggested discomfort and something vaguely alarmed.

“H-Hey, hang on a minute,” Flug stared up at his imposing coworker. “You can’t just – please let her through.”

“It’s Susan, right?” The man ignored him, staring at the nervous woman. “Listen, I wanted to sort some things out with this guy here, so you wouldn’t mind staying as a third party, right? Like a neutral witness? Thanks.”

He turned back towards the psychiatrist and folded his arms again.

“So I’ve been thinking about what happened, all the shit that was said. It was the heat of the moment, you know. Nothing really worth getting upset about. You understand, right?”

“You’re not – what?” Flug was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this man wasn’t letting someone leave. “This is…really a – a conversation that we should have in p-private, Doctor.”

“It’s private enough, Slys.” Bautista waved his hand again. “I just wanted to know where things stood, yeah? There was an argument, and you said some things, and I said some things, and it was unfortunate. But we can move on, I’m willing to move on if you are, so. All’s well that ends well.”

“Please let me through,” Susie whispered. Her arms were clutched around her waist, pulling at her uniform. “I need to be somewhere, please let me through.”

Bautista barely gave her a side glance. He stared at Flug, waiting for his response.

“Ah, ah, you weren’t…very cordial that day.” He stuttered, attention torn between the towering coworker in front of him and the cowering coworker beside him. “You – what you said could have been – it was extremely hurtful, it w-wasn’t all well at all!”

The man’s face contorted into something darker. “You seemed fine to me, you just stood there like nothing. It wasn’t that big a deal.” He poked a finger at the doctor’s chest. “If it was so bad you should have said so. I just wanted to make sure we’re cool.”

“We’re not cool,” Flug couldn’t help but hiss. “I r-really wish you’d leave me alone. Can you leave us alone? And let her g-get through?” He gestured to the withdrawn nurse.

“Fine, fine! Lauren wanted us to get along, I figured this was us getting along!” The bigger man nearly threw up his hands, exasperated. “But I guess since you don’t give a shit about that, we’ll just stay weird and hostile. Happy?”

“Just – just please. Go away.” The psychiatrist replied through gritted teeth. “You’re making both of us uncomfortable.”

Dr. Bautista snorted. “Uncomfortable, right. Like we’re on a damn playground.” He gave Flug an irritated look and passed over Susie completely, turning on his heel and sauntering back the other way. The doctor felt the bravado leave his chest in a puff.

“Oh thank god,” the nurse breathed. It was so quiet she probably hadn’t meant for him to hear. Flug looked her way and stiffened again at the way her body shook. Distress scarred her face.

“I’m really, really sorry about that.” He spoke quietly, mindful of her anxiety. “I wasn’t e-expecting to run into him, I didn’t mean for him to – to corner you like that.”

She glanced at him and didn’t respond. Instead she started rubbing her arms through her lab coat like she was cold.

“Are you o-okay?” He hovered without pressing in on her personal bubble. “Do you, do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine Doctor,” Susie murmured quietly. Her eyes trembled. “I just – I need to go now. I’m glad you’re doing well. Sorry for wasting your time.”

With that the nurse hurried off down the hall, leaving Flug alone with the fake plant. He pursed his lips as he watched her rigid back take a sharp right and disappear from sight.

This was becoming a problem. An accidental trigger was one thing, no matter the subject matter, but now Bautista had actively bullied two coworkers into a literal corner. Stressful for anyone, but what Susie had looked like before she left…

Flug shoved his hands in his pockets angrily and began walking back to his office. He had an appointment with Martin and Dementia in an hour – he wasn’t going to be late for that – but all he could think about was the disturbingly familiar way his coworker had trembled, the way she hugged herself as if to ward things away.

The worst part was, Bautista hadn’t technically done anything. He hadn’t physically touched them, hadn’t gotten visibly upset and had used words that weren’t obviously inflammatory. He even had the excuse that he was trying to mend things, because he had said as much to both of them. Bringing it to Dr. Rorschach’s attention would probably be futile, and Flug wasn’t willing to drag Susie into it if the third witness’ testimony was demanded.

The more he thought about it, the more the doctor was upset about it, and when Martin showed up in a fairly chipper mood, he wasted no time in grabbing the oblivious intern’s coat sleeve and tugging him towards the elevator in a vex-driven haste.

Dementia was waiting for them with one eye smushed between two bars like it was a peephole.

“Hey guys! Happy new week! Even though it’s Tuesday and not Sunday. Why does the new week start on Sunday anyway? Why not Monday? That’s when school starts, and work starts, and aren’t there like, religions or something about Sunday being the last day of the week? Hey Martin Maje, what do you think?”

“Uhhh…” Martin looked a little dazedly between the overexcited patient and the over-irritated doctor. “I don’t know, I um, I’m not religious.”

“Me neither! We finally have something in common, yay! Can you believe it, Flug?” The girl backed away as her psychiatrist opened the door and stepped inside without comment. “Hey, don’t ignore me, I asked you a question.”

“…You both already had something in common.” Flug closed the door behind the intern and locked it.

“Really? What’s that?”

“You’re both younger than twenty five.”

“…Huh. I guess you’re right. Hey Intern, how old are you?” Dementia got nearly nose to nose with the startled guy.

“Does it matter? I don’t, really feel comfortable telling you my age.”

“Pfft, coward. I’m diecinueve!” She giggled as Martin looked at her blankly. “I’m nineteen, numb nuts!”

“Really? I thought you were younger.”

“Nah, that’s just the straitjacket hiding my girlish figure. I’m a tried and true adult – or I guess I’m a tried and convicted adult, heh!” The inmate bounced over to Flug, who remained silent and unreadable from behind his mask. “What’s your problem today?”

“I don’t have a problem.” He took a step back.

“Yes you do, you’re all weird and distant. Your glasses are doing that thing again.” She followed his step with her own step.

“My glasses don’t ‘do that thing’, they can’t do anything, they’re goggles, Dementia.” He stepped to his left, towards Martin who blinked owlishly at the scene.

“Yes they do! They do that thing where the light reflects too much and I can’t see your eyes at all! It’s super creepy and weird and cool.” She shimmied into a sidestep to mirror him.

“That has nothing to do with my mood, that’s just what happens with light sometimes! How would I even control something like that?” He maneuvered around the intern so the poor kid was in between them.

“I don’t know, I’m not a weird science nerd like you, but I’ve only seen it when you’re in a bad mood.” She made the same action again. “Which has been like, a lot but it’s mostly when you’re angry or really, really angry.”

“I think you mean furious.” He rounded around Martin again. She followed him. “I’m not furious right now anyway.”

Soon they were walking circles around a confused, frozen intern; the doctor going backwards and his patient going forwards.

“Then what are you? Frustrated?”

“No, stop following me.”

“Are yooou…flustered?”

“Dementia, I’m warning you!”

“Are you – what’s the word? Flabgobbled?”

“The word is flabbergasted, Dementia, and yes I’m pretty flabbergasted that you’re making us do this ring-around-the-rosy thing!”

“I’m not making you do anything, Flugmeister, I’m just making you uncomfortable.”

“Well stop it!”

“Not until you tell me what’s got your panties all tied up!”

“Dementia!”

“NO!”

“Uh, not to interrupt but,” Martin said awkwardly, “could you guys maybe not do this around me? I’m getting dizzy.”

Dementia pushed into him lightly with her shoulder, making him stumble. “Only if you help me figure out why Flug’s acting so weird.”

“I’m not – gah!” The fed-up psychiatrist threw his hands in the air and sat down where he was. “Fine! Fine, you win, I stopped first, I lost. Are you happy?”

“Oh yeah, totally.” The patient bumped against the intern to make him sit, then joined them both. “But you still haven’t answered me. Why so mopey?”

Flug pressed his palm against his goggles. “If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone else?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!”

“And will you promise to cooperate with our session today?”

“Cross my heart and hope to lie!”

Martin burst out with a laugh and Dementia giggled along with him. The doctor kept rubbing at his headwear.

“Okay, sure, why not. I’ve got a coworker who’s been giving me trouble, and this morning he was kinda harassing me and someone else. Alright?”

“Well why are you all brooding? Just go punch the guy and live your life.” She tried to make a threatening move towards the intern, but it wasn’t very successful with her outfit. He flinched anyway.

“It’s not that simple, Dementia. There are rules and regulations, and you could get in serious trouble for assaulting another staff member. Verbally or physically, it doesn’t matter. I’m not risking my job for that.”

“Are you…talking about Dr. Bautista?” Martin asked, chewing his lip. “Has he been messing with you?”

Flug regarded him suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” The teen picked at a loose thread on his jeans.

“Ooh, has he been harassing you too?” The girl leaned in close. “This guy has been going after both of you? Now you two have something in common, how awesome is that?”

“Is that true, Martin?” The psychiatrist watched the intern fidget. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he answered quickly, “he wasn’t really doing anything mean. Just…saying stuff sometimes, when we run into each other.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, Doctor, you don’t have to –”

“Like what, Martin.”

The kid flinched. “Ah, just, these last few days, you know, he’s been saying it’s good I got moved to be with you and her. He said I…would fit in well. That you guys could dress me up like – yeah. Just, not nice things.”

Flug didn’t realize he was gripping his clothes until he tried to pull on his bag and his fingers got stuck in his lab coat. If he had been angry before, he was livid now. On his left, Dementia’s eyes narrowed into reptile slits.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” The doctor announced. He looked up at the room camera, grateful for the millionth time that this one didn’t have audio recording.

“Who’s fucking it?” Dementia asked, confused but still predatory.

“No, I mean I’m done with this. I can’t talk to my boss about Bautista without getting innocents involved. You,” he looked at Martin, “you probably can’t even talk to anyone. I’m sick of this. I’m so, so sick of not being able to do anything.”

“Are we planning something wicked?” His inmate whispered, expression glittering. “Are we gonna take him out, stealth mode style?”

“We’re not going to take him out, Dementia.” Flug tapped one finger to his hidden lips. “But there are other ways to do things. Ways to be sneaky, no way to incriminate yourself, no way to prove anything.”

He looked at Dementia, who jittered in hungry excitement at the mere idea of chaos. He looked at Martin, who seemed slightly concerned but also very, very thrilled. Flug could practically feel his own mouth tilt into a perfect imitation of one of Black Hat’s grins.

“How much do you guys know about pranks?”

Welp, here’s the next chapter everybody! Seems Black Hat isn’t the only schemer, hehehe. Now we have two plans, with two unsuspecting victims, on week two. Go figure, hah.

#villainous #villainous au #asylum au #dr flug #black hat #dementia #paperhat

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romancevsreality-blog · 6 years

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the bachelor, season twenty-two, episode one: call me a private detective on a hbo comedy because i am bored to death.

Admittedly, I don’t know many things.

I really know a lot of things about the things I do know, but the things I don’t know I don’t care about. There are things I want to know but haven’t had the time or patience to learn - looking at you, crocheting.

But I do know that Arie Ludenchyksdjkfds, Jr. has the personality of low-fat mayonnaise. You know Lay’s Lightly Salted chips? Arie was the inspiration for those. Arie is massively boring and I kind of love him for it. Then again, we were last treated with Nick Viall and Ben Higgins before him, so we’re realistically just dealing with different shades of beige at this point.

Arie is our Little Engine That Could1 who so badly wanted to be the Chosen One - both by Emily Maynard and for the title of The Bachelor. It’s been five years since his turn on La Bachelorette2, and in that five years, he hasn’t dated and he’s stopped racing cars and now is in real estate! HOW SPLENDIDLY BORING. But now he’s ready to settle down. Because the race is over, but it’s really just beginning.

I hate what this show does to me.

Sean and Catherine roll up with their baby, and Sean salts the would that he was picked to be Bachelor over Arie in some weird way of attempting to convince us all this process works for people. See? They have a baby! They get to do other reality shows now! It’s all great! Arie does his obligatory photoshoot and moves into the Bachelor Fuck Pad.

And away... we... go.

We’re greeted by Chris Harrison, who’s back to being my Mortal Enemy once again after the disaster that was last season of Paradise. He’s all skeevy telling us that Arie’s the best kisser the show ever had and how they’ve collected a great group of girls that all thought they were going to get Peter as The Bachelor and now they’re stuck with Arie!

We meet Chelsea, who’s a single mom from Portland, Maine3 who’s pumped that Arie’s the bachelor because Emily Maynard was a single mom, and so is she! Relationship connections be damned, they have something in common. Next in Caroline, a realtor from Fort Lauderdale. She’s my age and has already sold $5 million in sales and I want to jump from a bridge. Caroline is boring.

Next is Maquel, which is not a fucking name, and she’s a professional photographer, which means she may own a Canon Rebel she bought in high school. She’s like, 23, and said she watched Arie on The Bachelorette. 5 years ago. That’s just gross, imo. Nysha’s a big fan of adrenaline rushes - she’s a nurse and likes skydiving.

Oh my god, they’re all so boring. I can’t be witty when I’m half asleep.

Tia is 26 and from Weiner, Arkansas. Cue weiner jokes all around this podunk town. Oh, and we get to see Raven from Nick’s season! She’s the reason Tia’s here. If it doesn’t work out, their friendship is over. Hell, it’s over if it does. Raven would lose it. Kendall collects taxidermy and plays the god damn ukulele4 and lives in Los Angeles. I hate Kendall. That’s all. I bet Kendall has a Pinterest page called “wanderlust”.

Bekah reminds me of my friend Jordan with her cute short haircut. She’s a nanny, but considers herself gentle and exciting. Next up is Marikh, who needs to be the center of attention and be pursued. She runs an Indian restaurant with her mom and Marikh is my favorite.

Krystal is 29, lives in San Diego, and Krystal reminds me so much of Kristen Chenoweth I can’t handle it. She’s like a taller, more deluded Kristen Chenoweth. She’s very into nutrition and helping others, she donates to the homeless because her brother is homeless and refuses her help. I didn’t cry.

Fuuuck I cried with Krystal help me.

THE LIMOS ARE ARRIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Harrison greets Arie and they pretend like they like each other for a bit. Arie’s nervous because realistically he never really expected it to happen. Chris Harrison is essentially like “what’s wrong with you?” and Arie’s like “Emily was it for me and that’s it so it’s time to find someone like her.” Or some nonsense. I can’t figure out what Arie’s narrative is going to be this season. Meanwhile, Chris Harrison tries to hide his horns.

Caroline is the first out of the limo in a white sequined gown. She makes a hilariously bad “off the market” job in reference to them both being realtors. It’s so bad, but it works. Chelsea is next, and there’s nothing worth commenting on except she's trying to be mysterious and failing. Kendall is nervous as hell. Then Seinne comes out and I scream because I love when black women arrive on this show in any capacity. She gifts him elephant cuff-links with such a well thought out response, I died.

Next is Tia, who’s there to continue her weiner jokes. Bibiana doesn’t know that blue eyes are a recessive gene. Krystal gets a big reaction in her red dress. Krystal’s vocal fry is so real. Bekah arrives in a classic car and all the girls are incensed - it’s going to be a long night and it’s only just beginning.

Jenna is 100% arms and hands when she talks. Jessika gives him a rock. None of the girls expected the competition to be as tough as it is on night one, but it’s like they’ve never seen this show before. Becca K basically convinces Arie to get on his knee for her, and I like her immediately.

There’s about a baziilion Laurens this season, and Lauren S. is the first one. Then comes Lauren J. ANOTHER LAUREN B. and another Lauren J,, then Lauren G. oh my god. They should have done what Tyra Banks does on Top Model5 and made thse girls go by nicknames. God damn.

Cue the “we’re trying too hard to impress” montage. One woman is too tan and owns a spray-tan company and has seen a lot of dicks. One woman asks Arie to smell her. I need to nap.

Okay, I’m awake again.

We do get Annaliese, who arrives in a mask because i LOVE WHEN PEOPLE WEAR MASKS ON THIS SHOW. We never learn your face. Maquel whips her head after she takes her helmet off like she thinks she’s in Talladega Nights. Maquel is 23 years old, and Maquel needs to focus her priorities elsewhere, in my humble opinion.

Then Chris Harrison comes in and reminds us all of the First Impression Rose, aka the You Gave Me My First Non-Viagra Boner In Years6. All the girls scream when Arie walks in and reminds us that it’s be FIVE YEARS since he was on this franchise. Five fucking years he just sat around and waited to be picked as Bachelor.

Chelsea is the first to swoop in and grab Arie, barely after their arms have fallen after the toast. All the girls are shooketh at how quickly Chelsea ran up in there, but guys - that’s the name of the game. Get in there quick, figure out if it’s right, and if it is, coo, if it’s not, bye. Go back to your normal lives. He literally has two-and-a-half baker’s dozens of women waiting to meet him over the span of basically three hours.

Arie thinks Chelsea’s mysterious after meeting her for 30 seconds. I guess her trying to appear mysterious worked for him, and now I’ve confirmed that likely Arie is one of the reasons Family Guy is in its sixteenth season. There are just some shows where I just wonder “who is still watching you?” Arie’s still watching Family Guy. He’s that kind of person. Chelsea talks about making a sacrifice and Arie’s like I’M INTRIGUED and I’m just like, bitch, tell him you have a kid and get it over with. Do not keep your kid a secret from someone you want to be your future partner. I don’t understand the looooogic. Chelsea is pissed when Maquel comes and interrupts them.

I love when people get upset at the general conceit of this entire show like it hasn’t been running since Arie was born (i.e. 850 B.C.). Chelsea is salty as hell that Maquel, who arrived in a racecar and is twenty-three years old, had the gall to interrupt her. She’s like, “Of course it’s the girl in the LOUD CAR that interrupted me.” Is there any girl you wouldn’t have been upset with, Chelsea? “Baby Christina Ricci over there interrupted me with her flat chest and baby face.” “One of the MILLIONS OF LAURENS interrupted me by being a Lauren all over the place!”

Quit it, Chelsea. Quit it7.

Maquel, who is still twenty-three trying to date a thirty-six year old8 takes a selfie with Arie, and god, he is so boring. Even his “goofy” faces are boring. Meanwhile, Khelsey is still complaining about how bad it would look for Maquel to interrupt them, and Maquel admits that she and Arie talked about pretty much nothing during their conversation.

These people.

Arie talks to some girl who doesn’t even get a chyron so clearly she’s a NonFactor of the moment, and we learn that 36-year-old Arie came back because he’s a Man now, instead of 31-year-old Arie, who was Just A Boy. We infantilze white men so easily in this country, ain’t no way in hell a 31-year-old is a boy. He still can’t stop mentioning his connection with Emily, though. He doesn’t know why it works better for him on The Bachelor than it does in real life other than it’s a completely isolated situation where your only focus is on one other person the entire time, so it’s just easier. Arie sounds lazy AF. Basically he’s telling us it probably didn’t work for him in real life because he moves far too quickly too easily and at least on The Bachelor it’s socially acceptable and actually praised.

Arie joins Marikh on an outdoor couch and he literally looks like a little boy talking to his therapist. I firmly take back every complaint I had about Nick last season because Arie is SO BORING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He has nothing to say. At all. Everything is “I’m just as nervous as you,” and “I’m looking to meet someone, too.” There’s this amazing moment on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills where Mauricio Umansky is talking and Camille Grammer is basically repeating everything he says to him back to his face “So sad,” “It’s so... sad.” and that’s what I imagine dating Arie is like.

If I wanted that, I’d get a parrot.

All of the black girls (and Annaliese, still wearing her sparkly mask) talk about if they’ve dated interracially before and honestly this is probably the most screentime at least two of them will have until they’re eliminated. I cannot tell any of these women apart - and they’re giving so many little cutaways of the girls just being hopeful that they’ll get a 1/30 chance of being picked or realistically, a 1/909 chance of being picked at The Bachelorette.

Brittany takes Arie aside and they race like, minicars and all she wants to do is kiss him. Brittany wins and gets a kiss, and I’m just thrilled a black girl got the first kiss of the season. SO PROUD. All the other girls are like, “wait, it’s been fifteen minutes and he’s already kissing?” Khelsey is mostly mad that she feels she had thirty seconds with Arie and everyone else got like, ten minutes or an hour or five years10.

Oh, Kendall brought her ukulele. She sang a song about fish. I am sitting here with just a stank face on. I can’t help myself.

There’s a lot of girls feeding Arie, including one girl who confesses that “pineapple” is her safe word. Jenna gives Arie a foot massage and she’s very in tune with her senses so her being 100% arms makes sense. Jenna’s a little drunk already and I love it. I love the first drunk girl. Annaliese is unsure if she wants Arie to see her face behind her mask, and she’s already my favorite becuase she’s “not a nickname kind of person.” Me either. My name has three syllables. Annaliese also has my favorite dress of the night - the teal gown with the cutouts, gorgeous.

Becca K. and Arie have nice, if not bland conversation, but it’s the conversation that two people who are comfortable have. So many of the girls are freaking out because they haven’t talked to Arie yet, and of course, here comes Human Toenail Chris Harrison to drop the First Impression Rose down. Having the First Impression Rose is both a good thing and a bad thing - clearly he likes you, but the girls already know you’re a threat.

The girls who haven’t had a moment essentially start lining up one by one and waiting in a corner to start interrupting Arie and trying to get their time in. And Khelsey, fueled entirely by the notion that She Was Robbed, decided now it’s time for her second go-around. She regrets going first because she’s worried about being forgotten. Krystal, my emotionally fragile broken bird, is with Arie, and he’s like, “I want to get to know you.” And the first thing out of her mouth is, “I’m a Libra.”

KRYSTAL STOP IT. Tell him you like health and fitness! Tell him you do work out videos or whatever! Hell, tell him you really like lipstick. ANYTHING BUT YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN, PUH-LEASE. Khelsey comes in when Arie is complimenting Kelsey’s voice11 and asks for more time. She doesn’t care if it makes her unpopular, getting a second round. Effectively, this is Khelsey pissing on Arie’s leg. She just wants to remind him of who she is and make sure that he knows she’s there for him. They kiss, and she’s nice enough to be like, “okay, go be with the other girls.”

How kind of you, Khelsey. She immediately runs to the other girls what she did and they’re all like, “oh, that’s who she is.” Because the house has zero clocks and they only have a rose to stare at, the girls are already going stircrazy. Khelsey’s literally like, “Oh, I didn’t know a few of you had never talked to him,” and pretending like she really cared. Arie wants to make sure the girl he picks is honest and truthful and really shares with him, which... god. It makes these women sound like peanut butter, and not in the RuPaul kind of way12. One girl is even like, my dad met you once and he just passed away but he approves, which is basically what everyone wants to hear on a first date.

Bekah, who is twenty-two years old and needs to get away from this franchise immediately, repeats her opening line over and over while Arie talks about three things that make him excited to be alive.

Excitement - Arie is excited about excitement and I am actually crying, he really is Lightly Salted Lays

Adrenaline - ... How is adrenaline any different from excitement? I’ll wait.

Pizza - It’s official, Arie is the personification of the Basic White Dude Starter Kit.

Bekah’s answers are straight fire. And she’s twenty-two years old. Arie’s a dweeb.

Arie comes in for the First Impression Rose, and he grabs Khelsey. Her re-return worked in her favor, and Arie appreciated her going after what she wanted. Krystal is especially pissed because she felt like she was in the middle of something with Arie when Khelsey came back.

We head into the first Rose Ceremony of the season, and the sun is rising. This entire experience seems exhausting. I’m one of those “I need a vacation from this vacation” kind of people - my time off is usually jam packed with all the shit I didn’t do because I was working, so I can only imagine that this would be my personal hell. I’m always tired. If they told me my call was 11:30 PM I’d be out. There are very few occasions where going out that late has ever ended well for me.

THE ROSES ARE GIVEN AWAY IN THE CEREMONY OF ROSES.

Becca K., Kendall, Lauren G., Koach Krystal, Bekah, Lauren S., Seinne, Caroline, Brittany T., Bibiana, Annaliese, Jenna, Valerie13, Jacqueline, Jenny14, Lauren B., Ashley, Tia, and Maquel all get roses. Maquel has the indecency to be like “Arie, why’d you do that to me?!” and that seems like quite the insensitive joke to be making at that moment, Maquel.

We’re saying goodbye to Ali, Amber, Bri, Brittane J., Jessica, Lauren J., Nysha and Olivia, of course, because we got to know them so well. Then again, Nysha did get an opening segment. Nysha, we barely knew you.

The girls are ejected into the daylight and while they’re upset now, they feel a heavy, boring burden lifted off of their shoulders. Arie’s in the driver’s seat now (eyeroll). It’s gonna be more like a Subaru than a racecar, though.

This Season on El Bachelor: We’re in Tuscany! We’re in Paris! Bekah making out in front of the Moulin Rouge! Making out in the snow! Tia’s in love! Krystal’s in love! My queen Sienne is in love! Khelsey thinks she deserves more time with Arie because she’s a mother and that means she gets more time. I don’t understand that logic, but okay. Bibiana’s not here to fuck around and tells the cameras to get out of her face. Krystal’s facade has broken. Everyone thinks Bekah’s so young (she is). Teary montage! Arie’s caught the feels! Someone’s ex is back and there to get his girl back.

... So, basically, your standard Bachelor season.

See you soon.

Random Assessments from the Desk of Amanda:

Jessica looks like just Jessalyn Gilsig. So many people on this season are just versions of other people.

I’m so sorry this blog is so late. I’m catching up. I swear. I’m not going to be that behind. ONWARDS AND CATCHING UPWARDS.

How tired of the race car puns are we going to get and how quickly?

God damn it, even this show has me making stupid racecar references. ↩︎

They made out against the John Lennon Wall in Prague! I did that! ↩︎

I almost said the “white Portland” and then I realized they’re both the White Portland so, you decide. ↩︎

Why does everyone want to play the ukulele and no one wants to play the goddamn harmonica? ↩︎

Something something podcast something something. ↩︎

Arie is basically as old as Jax Taylor, who invented dating. ↩︎

I’m genuinely shocked that her name is spelled the traditional way, and not the millions of phonetic variations. I weirdly want to call her Khelsey. I keep typing Khelsey. ↩︎

YOU TWO HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON. I dated someone ten years older than I was and that to me was a fine line, I’m just lucky I had two older brothers who treated me like I was their age. Let me put it this way: Arie’s still using Snapchat and you think Instagram Stories are “old school”. ↩︎

My early predictions for The Bachelorette? Tia. I think if Raven had wanted it last season, it would have been hers - but for the first episode out, I’m just calling Tia my front runner. ↩︎

That’s Emily. ↩︎

Manic Pixie Vocal Fry tbh ↩︎

MUST BE JELLY CAUSE JAM DON’T SHAKE ↩︎

WHO? ↩︎

Along with 100 Laurens, they had a Jenny and a Jenna? Nothing is good in this world. ↩︎

#the bachelor #the bachelor recap #honey catching up is gonna be a disaster

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August 19, 2015 – Houston, Texas

Beija was the first to get off the bus when the caravan reached the downtown Houston area. She was more than happy to be home—despite all of the things she had done throughout the summer, the places she had been, and the things she got to experience, nothing would compare to being back home. It helped a lot that they would have a day to themselves to properly rest up and get ready for the corresponding show on Friday. Beija had only one plan she wanted to fulfill, and that was to see her friends and family.

Once everyone was checked in and settled, Beija had notified everyone that she’d be gone for the majority of the day. She caught the metro and began to traverse the city in the only way she knew how. It’d be a little bit to make her way from downtown to her neighborhood on the southwest side of town, but it’d be well worth it when she was able to see her friends.

As she sat on the bus, she heard her phone ring, and she pulled it out to see Omari’s number flash across the screen. Smiling, she swiped the talk feature and put the phone to her ear. “Hi there,” She greeted softly as she leaned back in her seat.

“What’s up, babygirl? You made it to Houston already?” He asked.

“I just got here. About to go visit my girls and have a self-care day,” She explained. She had yet to have a day to really pamper herself, and she knew she needed it.

“That’s good, I hope you have a good time. How has everything been with work?” He asked. “By the way, I still have to give you your gift for becoming an A&R when you finally come home to me,” He reminded, and she let out a small giggle. “What?” He chuckled.

“That was just cute. ‘When you finally come home to me.’ That was...oddly comforting to me,” B looked out the window to make sure that she would make it to the right stop.

“Let me find out you flattered and shit,” Beija couldn’t help but to playfully roll her eyes as her cheeks began to heat, listening to his laughter. “But why wouldn’t I say that? You know I miss you,” He said, and she could almost hear the smirk in his tone.

“You miss me sleeping in the bed with you while I was on break. Don’t be tryna spit game,” She warned, causing another laugh from the male.

“Ain’t nobody spitting no game, girl. I don’t have to when I know you’re gonna be my lady soon,” She bit at her lip at the sound of his drawl, shaking her head slowly.

“Mm-hm, sure. If you gonna try to court me, you better keep it up even when you get me. I’m no basic girl, you know,” She reminded.

“I know that, baby. Why you think I shot my shot when I did? I’d be dumb not to,” He said. “But I’m gonna let you go. Enjoy your day with your girls, okay? Be safe,” He concluded.

“You too! I’ll call you later tonight,” She promised.

“I’ll look forward to that, B,” The two hung up soon after, and she shook her head as she bit into the inside of her cheek softly, trying to calm her own embarrassment. She almost hated the way he made her feel, but she was slowly learning to allow things to naturally evolve between them. Deep down, she was ready to go home and be with him just as much.

Some bus layovers later, she was back on her side of town, and she exited the bus and waited at the park and ride within her area. Some moments later, a truck pulled up and parked, and a young lady hopped out of it before running around the car. “Beija!”

“Oh my God!” The girls screamed before they shared a tight and loving embrace, rocking side to side as they hugged. “Lauren, I missed you,” She cooed.

“I missed you more!” The young woman gushed. “Come on, let’s go—Ayana and Sara are waiting on us,” Lauren led Beija to the truck before helping her into the passenger’s seat.

Lauren was one of Beija’s best friends growing up—the group of women consisted of four, but the two of them were inseparable; they were born in the same hospital room, stayed neighbors for most of their lives, and even graduated high school together. It was only when Beija moved up to New York and Lauren stayed down in Houston that they didn’t spend as much time together. But they talked on the phone often and every other summer Lauren came up to New York to spend time with her best friend. The woman was pretty, much like Beija but her toffee complexion seemed to contrast to Beija’s dark brown skin. She was a little taller and her hair was a light brown. She was skinnier than Beija as well, but still held some formidable womanly curves.

“Okay, so you gotta tell me what’s been going on with you, girl. What’s the touring been like?” Lauren asked while she drove.

“Girl, nothing but work but I can’t complain. Once I get off tour everything will be a bit smoother. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Everything has been amazing,” B smiled as she spoke.

“That’s amazing, B. I’m so proud of you, mama,” Lauren chuckled as they turned into a parking lot—there was a hair and nail salon that stood before them. “But you done got all grown on me! You glowing and shit,” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Girl, I’ll tell you about it when we get inside,” B laughed softly before Lauren parked the car. Once the two exited the truck, they headed inside the hair salon.

The salon seemed to almost be a hub space of sorts, full of women of all colors but predominately black. While some were getting deep conditioning or perms, others were getting fresh sew-in weaves or braids. There were even some women who were maintaining their fades. Laughter, gossip and deep conversation filled the air like fine spices, and the smell of Beija’s favorite chicken was also lingering in the air. Black art hung on the walls like historic relics, and the soft sounds of the city’s easy listening and adult contemporary station played like a soundtrack to a movie. It was something like a safe space for women and women of color especially, and it was a staple of Beija’s childhood. She could remember her mother bringing her here so many years ago, and she still got her hair done here to this day if she didn’t feel like doing her own hair.

“Beija? Hey!” B looked up and saw the third and fourth of her four musketeers, and she smiled as she approached the Hispanic woman and gave her a tight hug. “When did you get back?”

“I got in like an hour ago. How’s it going Sara?” B smiled a bit at the beauty before she looked down at the last of her friendship circle, who was currently getting her hair rolled up. “What’s up, Yana? I see you still getting curls like an old church mother,” She joked.

“You already talkin’ shit, I’m tired,” The girl’s voice was small and full of warmth, and B couldn’t help but to laugh as she paused to give her a hug.

Sara and Ayana were the second half of the friendship group that Beija had been a part of for many years. Sara, like Lauren and Beija, was a Houston native and the epitome of the term ‘Tex-Mex.’ Her parents were immigrants from Mexico and spoke very little English, and when Sara, Lauren and Beija met in middle school, the girl was shy and knew only a bit of English herself. But with time she broke out of her shell and became the ‘mom friend’ amongst the four. With her pale skin and dark red hair, she looked way more intimidating that she actually was. She was slender and short, and nowadays couldn’t be seen without her pearly white smile.

Ayana was actually from Miami—she moved down to Houston when Beija was a high school freshman. The two became friends because Beija took up for Ayana, who always seemed to be the target of bullying. Despite her black heritage, it was hard to tell with her vitiligo. Kids could be cruel to her, which explains her ever-set soft spoken ways. But she was probably the kindest and most intelligent soul one could come across. She was tall and model-like, with big grey eyes and full lips. Her hair was thick and lengthy, and despite how athletically built she was, she was still pretty much a dainty and girly dresser.

Once Beija embraced all the familiar faces she knew, she sat down for a deep conditioning and a braiding of her hair. She figured the rest of the tour, she wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of doing her hair. Once the beautician washed her hair and detangled it, she was sent under the dryer next to Lauren.

“Okay, so are you gonna tell me now why you lookin’ all glowed up?” Beija glanced over at Lauren as the woman spoke. “Who you been talking to, huh?” She teased.

“You have a boyfriend?” Ayana asked, a bit of excitement in her voice. “Finally, Beija has found her someone,” She said happily.

“Oh Lord—guys, slow down,” Beija began to laugh. “I mean...yeah, I did meet a guy. And I like him a lot,” She admitted.

“Is it the cute guy from Instagram?” Sara asked, scrolling through her phone. “Or are you dating that Omen guy from Dreamville? I heard that was just a rumor,” Sara stayed on the blogs and tabloids, so Beija wasn’t surprised that she knew that.

“Girl, please. Damon is like a brother. If you’re talking about the dark skinned guy, then yeah. That’s Omari,” Beija explained.

“Oh! He’s cute!” Ayana commented once Sara showed a picture of him on her phone. “He looks like a model. I taught you well,” She beamed.

“Here comes the hopeless romantic,” Lauren giggled. “But I won’t lie, I’m happy for you too. I thought you were gonna be curving guys for the rest of your damn life,” She shook her head.

“Hey! I don’t be curving like that! ...Do I?” Beija wondered.

“Yes!” The other three women said in unison before they began to laugh. Beija shook her head before she playfully pouted, crossing her arms.

“Are y’all serious? I swear I don’t try to be rude like that,” She explained.

“Of course it’s not intentional, BB. But you know how you are—you always been focused on your goals, which is a good thing,” Sara pointed out. “Hopefully this guy is the guy that will really try to compliment who you are,” She said.

“Mhm! Or else you’ll walk all over him. Like you did Montel,” Lauren teased, speaking of Beija’s first and only boyfriend so far. The two dated from high school but Beija promptly dumped him due to ‘not feeling fulfilled.’

“Oh goodness—he still talks about you to this day. How you crushed his spirit. He been trying to find another you ever since. It’s crazy,” Yana commented.

“I doubt it’s that bad, y’all. He just be playing,” Beija downplayed.

“Girl! Please. Boy is straight crazy over you—guys be sweating you heavy, you just be blissfully ignorant,” Sara chuckled.

“Which is good, actually. Imagine if our girl was like one of them cocky ass pretty girls. I wouldn’t be able to deal,” Lauren shook her head. “1,000 unread messages headass,” She teased.

“Oh, bye! I’ll never take that route,” Beija laughed softly.

After the girls got their hair done, they moved to the nail salon and spa, where they all conversed and continued to catch up over facials, eyebrow threading, manicures and pedicures. Once they had successfully primped up, the four went out to a late lunch at their favorite Greek spot. After that they disbanded, leaving only Lauren and Beija. Lauren opted to drive Beija back to her hotel instead of making her take the bus, which was fine with B because she needed her girl’s advice.

“Lauren,” Beija began, and Lauren turned down her music before glancing over at her friend. “You’re my girl, yeah? And you’ll tell me the truth,” She assumed.

“Uh, duh girl. You’re my sister, not just my girl. I’m gonna keep it real—what’s up?” She asked.

The truck soon rolled to a stop as they began to hit up some evening traffic. “I got this...problem. Well, it’s not really a problem, but yeah. See, you know how I been working for Dreamville and everything, and everything’s been great, but...” She trailed off.

“Is something going wrong business wise?” Lauren asked, and Beija shook her head. “So it’s personal...”

“I’ve become really good friends with Jermaine,” Beija revealed.

“Oh...oh! Wait—J. Cole? Like, your high school celebrity crush J. Cole? ‘In the Morning’ is probably your favorite song of all time, J. Cole—girl, okay!” Lauren began to laugh.

“Shut—shut up!” Beija frowned as she was reminded of her childhood crush, shaking the feeling off before she huffed impatiently. “Be serious! This might be a real issue. Like we’re super close...but I don’t know if I am doing the right thing by being this close to him,” She said.

“I mean, y’all just friends right? I know he’s married now, so you gotta be careful about some of the things you two may do or say,” Lauren warned.

“It might be too late for that. He told me he liked me—like, to my face Lauren. He said that,” Beija watched Lauren shift in her seat, and she sighed softly. “We actually stopped talking for like, months—because you know me. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I literally can’t handle that,” She added.

“I know, I know. So what made you talk to him again?” Lauren asked.

“He came to me. And he was telling me he missed our friendship and he missed me. And I felt the same so we just patched up the argument we had and promised we wouldn’t cross any lines. But I don’t know,” B frowned.

“Do you not trust him? Or...hm,” Lauren twisted her lips to the side.

“What? L, don’t hold out on me. I need every ounce of advice I can get,” Beija practically begged for some sage words.

“I want you to be honest with me, B. I won’t judge you—but is there a possibility that you have feelings for Jermaine? And maybe you feel guilty about it?” Lauren asked.

“What? N-no! I could never let that happen. He’s married, Lo. I couldn’t do that to him or to his wife, even if she does have a stank ass attitude with me,” Beija furrowed her brows at the thought of Melissa, and how the woman treated her at J’s birthday party.

“I didn’t ask what you let happen, B. I asked how does your heart feel. What is it like when you two are together?” Lauren asked.

“I just...it’s different. It’s like I can let my guard down around him. He’s really funny...in that dickheaded kind of way,” B huffed before laughing to himself. “He’s smart as fuck. Really charming when he feels like it. And when he laughs it’s weird. He has a weird laugh, it’s almost this deep and robust kind of laugh—it makes the dumbest joke seem like comedic gold. And when he looks at me...it’s weird,” She explained.

“Oh, girl...” Lauren mumbled almost mournfully.

“Lauren...don’t,” B shook her head.

“You don’t! You’re in denial but you just made him sound like somethin’ out of a romantic comedy. Your mind may know what the deal is but your heart...girl, you like him. And he likes you back. This is all bad,” Lauren sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. Because I don’t like him like that. He’s a great friend and he makes me happy, but I can’t like a married man. Period. I’m going to be his friend, and when I get back to New York I’m gonna work on things with Omari, and that’s all there is to it,” Beija sat back in her seat, seemingly made up within her own mind.

“Well...I see you’re not gonna face the truth,” Lauren chuckled before she shook her head. “All I can hope is that you know what you’re doing. Because I’d hate to be you on the morning you wake up and realize that you’re in love with J. Cole.”

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Anthony Yigit Awaits to Enter the World Stage

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Published: May 04, 2020

The country of Sweden isn’t known for producing professional pugilists.

The country’s most well-known boxer fought primarily in the 1950s in former Heavyweight champion, Ingemar Johannson (26-2, 17 KOs). Johansson is best remembered for his trilogy of fights with Floyd Patterson that resulted in stoppages in all three bouts.

Fairly recently, there have been a few boxers from Sweden that gained championship prominence. Fighters such as former Super Middleweight and Light Heavyweight champion, Badou Jack stand out along with former Female boxing champions Mikaela Lauren and Frida Wallberg.

While Wallberg’s last bout was in 2013, she is the only fighter to have defeated seven-division women’s champion, Amanda Serrano. Wallberg won a unanimous decision over Serrano for the WBC Female Super Featherweight title in April 2012.

The latest boxer out of Sweden to make headlines is 28-year old southpaw, Anthony “Can You Dig It” Yigit (24-1-1, 8 KOs).

Yigit has an extensive amateur pedigree, having participated in numerous tournaments, including winning the 2010 Swedish National Championships and participating in the 2012 Summer Olympic Games in London, England.

Yigit, like all professional boxers, has felt the impact of the COVID-19 pandemic on his career. At the time the pandemic began to take hold of Europe, Yigit was in Spain with his significant other.

“When they put Spain in quarantine, we decided to fly back to Sweden before they shut down everything,” Yigit said in an exclusive interview with Frontproof Media. “So now we’re back here, and thankfully we’re all doing well.

“The government tells us to be cautious, but what we can do is go to the gym, and we can train in the gym even though officially the gym is closed. But my coach gave me the keys so I can go and train with him. So we’re training one-on-one at the time.”

The sport of professional boxing was banned in Sweden in 1970. It wasn’t until 36-years later in November 2006 where a modified version of the sport was allowed in the country.

Coming from as unique a background as anyone in boxing, Yigit’s family played a major role in him getting into the sport.

“What got me into the sport was, you have to look at my upbringing and my background,” stated Yigit. “So first of all, my mom is half Turkish, half Finnish, and was born and raised in Sweden. My dad is Russian, and he actually came from Russia to Sweden because he didn’t want to get drafted into the Afghan War. They met in Sweden, and I was born and raised in Sweden.

“When I was 12, I moved to Turkey. So I lived there for three years before moving back to Sweden when I was 15. That’s when I started kickboxing, but then I realized I didn’t like kicking. I liked the boxing part. So my father told me that he knew a boxing trainer and that I should see him. So I did.

“Luckily, the boxing trainer was really good at what he was doing in a very small country where boxing isn’t that well known. We don’t have that much knowledge about boxing anymore because all the old-timers from Ingemar Johansson’s time retired or died."

Yigit began his boxing journey traveling to different parts of Eastern Europe, joining various training camps in amateur clubs to further gain experience. He was able to travel to countries such as Ukraine, Russia, Moldova, and Poland to train.

In Moldova, at just 16-years of age, Yigit was able to train with the country’s Olympic Bronze Medalist.

“I was training there with their Olympic Bronze Medalist. I was sparring with these guys, and they were beating me up, “ said Yigit of his training in Moldova. “But what happened was when I came back to Sweden; I realized I’m beating these people up.

“So it’s a tough upbringing, the kind of Spartan upbringing that I could be so well-schooled in the ring.”

As a professional, Yigit has been a real-world traveler having fought in Denmark, Germany, Sweden, the United Kingdom, and once in the United States. The 28-year old Yigit also speaks up to seven languages.

“When I was younger, I could peak Finnish and Arabic, but I forgot these languages because I didn’t practice them,” said the Swedish southpaw. “So I speak Swedish, English, Turkish, German, Russian, Spanish, and Danish.”

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The most significant opportunity that Yigit has received thus far in his professional career came in October 2018 as part of the World Boxing Super Series tournament.

He would face off against the then-undefeated Ivan Baranchyk (20-1, 13 KOs) at the Lakefront Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana, for the vacant IBF Super Lightweight championship.

In a close back and forth bout filled with plenty of action, Yigit had the unfortunate luck of having his left eye shut, and on the advice of the ringside doctor, the referee put a halt to the match after the seventh round.

While a rematch with Baranchyk isn’t necessarily a fight that Yigit would turn down, winning a world title takes precedence over gaining vengeance.

“I don’t consider that a loss first of all,” said Yigit. “And second of all, I wasn’t after him. I was after the belt. It was the belt at stake, and he doesn’t have it anymore. So I’m not looking backward.”

Yigit may not be looking backward, but he is looking at moving down to the Lightweight division, where he believes he can win a world title.

The Lightweight division is one of the most stacked divisions in boxing featuring fighters like Vasiliy Lomachenko, Teofimo Lopez, Ryan Garcia, and Gervonta Davis, amongst others.

For Yigit, he wants to leave a legacy in boxing that goes beyond wins and losses or world championships.

“I mean, it’s all about getting the memorable fights,” said Yigit. “That’s what I’m all about. Obviously, I want to win the titles, but when you Google some of the biggest fights, you don’t really care about who wins or loses. You just watch them over and over again because they’re printed into history.

“I just want to give the audience a fight like that. And to be able to do that, I need to fight a top contender or a world champion. So I would never back down against someone like Lomachenko or Lopez. That’s what I’m aiming for. I want to fight with these guys.”

The one fighter that Yigit feels would match up best with him is IBF Lightweight champion, Teofimo Lopez.

“I think Teofimo Lopez would be a good fight,” said Yigit. “I like these South American style fighters because I can brawl as well. I like to brawl, and it’s these fights with two brawlers that are usually the memorable ones.

“I’m not only a brawler, but I’m a clever brawler, so I think these guys would fit me quite well.”

Boxing is a sport of timing not just in the ring, but outside of the ring as well.

Having goals and aspirations for pugilists is the norm. What you do once you reach those goals can be just as important.

For many, there is more to boxing than becoming a world champion.

“I mean, it’s a very bold thing to say,” stated Yigit when speaking about his goals inside and outside of the squared circle. “It’s easy to become a world champion in the ring, but it’s harder to behave like a champion outside of the ring. And that’s something I aim to do as well. I want to be not only a champion in boxing; I want to be the people’s champion as well.

“I want to make sure to be a good role model for people. I believe that there is a lot I can both learn from others but also teach to others when it comes to not only boxing but also life in general because I’ve been through so much myself. I like to get to know people. So I think if anything, boxing as a platform is a great opportunity for me to be able to do that.”

The boxing world and the world, in general, may not ever return in the same way we knew it before.

Those who may not have had their opportunity yet or wish to have one more chance to make a name for themselves will be itching to have the spotlight.

Once fights become regularly staged again, Anthony Yigit will be awaiting his chance to get on the world stage.

(Featured Photo: Christina Nilsson)

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