Note: I'm trying a new writing style for me so tell me if you can understand the story alright, or if you get confused between who's talking.

I slammed into the floor hard, it wasn't the first I had fallen to floor, I had fallen much harder before, but something felt off."1!" I heard the referee calling out as the count out began, it was the 2nd round and the 2nd time I had fallen the round was I wasn't sure how much time was left my head was hurting too much. "5!" I decided to check if I could still fight, I wasn't the one to give up so easily. I manage to pick myself few feet up before falling to the floor as I began seeing croissants flying around. "6!" There wasn't any way I was getting up this time I always preferred being KO'd rather than TKO'd, made me feel I had really given my all and too tire to get up. "8!" But what was bothering me, I was used to losing by this point, 112 losses wasn't really a big deal was it? "10! Winner King Hippo!" The referee called out, I'll think about later right now time for a little nap. I thought as I began blacking out and lay in the ring.
########### (Later that Night)

"Joe! Joe! Hey Joe you've been through worse so I know your alive!" I heard a voice calling as I began regaining my conciseness, bringing my head up to see my coach Garret Runner. "Hey Joe come on or we'll be locked in the arena again!" "I'll be right up Garret, just give me a second." I said with a huff, I felt one of my tooth fall out again, wonder how many teeth a human body can replace? Pulling myself up I felt my body ache with pain and my head was still ringing but the pain had dulled. "How long was I out that time Garret?" "2 hours Joe, an hour off your last fight with Hippo." "That's great pretty soon I should be able knockdown Disco Kid."

Joe wasn't the one to brag but I had gotten much better since Little Mac retired and went to the other boxing league. His own match ratio was 3 wins-112 losses as of now; he had already beaten Rick Bruiser on accident during a brief visit to the other league, and his former student Gabby Jay a month earlier. But just last week he had beaten Von Kaiser, it was such a big win even though Kaiser had just fought Piston Hondo and Kaiser also beat him back him later that week. Either way he payed for the drinks and food that night for his entire circuit and later regretted inviting King Hippo. Lucky for him Garret helped him pay it off later. Garret had been his coach since day one, he was less an actual coach and more of just the guy to help Joe get up after each match they had known each other since college. He French like Joe and even scrawnier then Joe, though no Doc Louis he still had Joe's back during training and match's.

"Yeah sure Joe, but for now let's focus on getting to the trailer, next stop Wyoming." Garret told me as we exited the Arena. "Alright, but hey Garret something felt off to me while I was on the floor." "Was it your head?" "Well yes that too but, I mean I always get up to fight and never give up, but I felt drained like I didn't want to get up from the floor, so I was planning on returning back to France for awhile to take a break in Paris." "Well that's great Joe maybe some time back in France will give you some time to recover without a trip to the hospital." "Yes but before that I must do something first." "Oh and what would that be?" "Well as the champion of France I must prove France's glory and power, and as her representative I must accomplish something incredible!" "How?" "I will defeat a world circuit boxer!"

############ (Glass Joe's Trailer)

It's been awhile since Garret said anything since I announced my plan to him. "Um Garret are you ok?" he seemed a little dazed for a second. "Uh yeah just trying to list everything wrong with your plan Joe; for starters to fight a world circuit boxer you'd have to get through 7 other boxer's, and look at your records you beating 7 guys isn't happening soon." I smiled at Garret I wasn't crazy I wouldn't do something that insane. "No don't be crazy I'm just going to challenge one of them to a fight and it won't be worth a contender spot, and then defeat them so I won't have to fight anyone else." "Well good luck trying to find someone to fight you every world circuit won't accept your challenge, because 1 their worried they may kill you or 2 you're not worth their time." "Don't worry I'm sure I convince someone to box me tomorrow, then we'll fight a week later in Wyoming." "Whatever you say Joe I'll talk to the match maker and see what he thinks." With that Garret left my trailer and left me to think who I would choose to fight me tomorrow.

Whenever Joe had boxed he had a few emotions either fear, confidence, excited to fight, or a combination of the three. Tonight he had fought King Hippo, it wasn't a title a match since Disco kid was the number 1 contender. During the match he was terrified he expected his gloves to fall off from all his shaking, despite that he did feel a bit confident, though he did believe he had a chance after the week before. The idea of challenging someone from the World Circuit excited him, but at same time he was beginning to rethink his idea as he thought about who was in the circuit. Mr. Sandman had regained his title during a World Circuit tournament after Little Mac retired and was still putting people to sleep for a few days. Super Macho Man was never exactly a nice guy to start with, but after losing to Sandman twice and was much more aggressive in his match's. Bald Bull had taken out four anger management classes.

That left two boxing options left, Soda Popinski and Aran Rylan. Technically Soda Pop was stronger, then Aran, but because of his constant cheating Joe probably end leave the fight more banged up. Then again how long could he last against Soda Pop, he was faster, stronger and had that soda of his.

"Unum, oh no." Joe groaned as he grabbed his head, he'd have to think about his fight as Joe went out cold on the couch from his head injury.