7:00 am

"Rise and shine, champion! Rise and shine, champion!"

Following those words was a loud, slightly harsh buzz from the officially licensed Biff alarm clock. A yawn came from the bed as a hand groggily smacked the head of the clock, silencing it. Biff emerged from his blankets, wiping his eyes as he gained consciousness. He turned to look out the window and was met with a beautiful, almost cloudless morning. A smile appeared on the little guy's face, he had a feeling it was going to be a great day! He hopped out of bed and approached his mirror. Given his stature, both the bed and the mirror looked comically oversized for him. However the ARMS League has paid him generously for his job, which explained some of the grandeur of his home…

Biff put his trademark orange mask on and eyed himself in the mirror. He frowned for a moment – something felt off to him. It could have been because he was still waking up, but he toyed with the hand on the top of his head. It sometimes had a mind of its own. This morning it kept leaning to the right with Biff trying to position it back to the center. He grabbed it by force and finally moved it back to where he wanted it, though the hand made a terrible 'crack' sound with the movement. He opened and closed his fist to make sure he didn't accidentally harm himself. He did not want to face the day looking unkempt!

After getting his appearance back in order Biff approached a large door at the end of his bedroom. He pressed a button beside it, with it opening an entrance way to a large walk in closet. There were no garments to be found in it whatsoever. It was filled to the brim with all different types of bow ties. Some were from fans and friends, several were bought in neighboring countries, and others were sponsor deals with some of the associates of the ARMS League, that mainly being Twintelle and Ribbon Girl's respective labels. He looked over his selection as a frown crossed his face. Why did he have so many in navy blue? They all looked the same and it became expected of him to wear that shade. Just for kicks, he chose a red bow tie that better complimented his mask.

Biff actually had a lot of trophies from his career as a sports announcer. While some were literal trophies, others were smaller items that he treasured as such. On the way down to the main floor of his spacious home, he had photos of iconic portions of his career displayed. Many of them were dedicated to the long lasting friendship that he had with Max Brass, including several of when the commissioner relaunched the ARMS sport. Biff has forever been thankful to him for all the opportunities that the man has given to him. Actually, the wall more resembled a shrine to the famous boxer. Biff often looked at them as he gently hopped down the stairs. It was easier and faster for him to jump down to each step than to walk. At the end of the stairs were two large, nearly colossal sized bouncers guarding the entrance to the mansion. Biff was relatively small and innocent looking, which was a stark contrast to the looks of his bodyguards.

Biff put on a pair of sunglasses and a coat. He didn't even have to say a word or even snap his fingers – the guards knew exactly what he wanted and where he was going. They opened the door for him as the interviewer left his home to be greeted near immediately with a black limo. One of the guards came out with him just to unlock the door to the car. Biff got inside quietly as his escort reposition the rear-view mirror. Biff, with all the services he has done to the sport, had become… rather spoiled in the process. The treatment he received at his very own home, including the size and the luxury of it all, was the best example of this. He was eternally gleeful for it, but he had somewhat forgotten how easy he has it now.

The limo took the nearest exit to the freeway. Biff looked out the window as the quiet neighborhood drifted away as skyscrapers and other large buildings started to come into view. The biggest of them all it seemed was the ARMS League headquarters, with the top of it being the thrilling and renowned Sky Arena. On its off days, the giant screen would show highlights of the sport or quick advertisements relating to it. It was starting to look slightly dated as many of the images flashing on the display were about last year's Grand Prix and not the one currently in development. Biff made a mental note of this as he reached into his pockets, pulling out his phone. He was just about to make a new status update on his Twitter until his own phone caught him by surprise.

His phone rumbled intensely as he received a call from Max Brass. He nearly dropped it! The photo on his call screen was one of him and Max when they visited Buster Beach over a year ago. Biff accepted the request as it was unusual to receive calls from the commissioner, especially this early in the morning.

"Hi commish!" Biff smiled, taking off his sunglasses so he could look more clearly at the phone, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah!" Max roared in response. The commissioner was doing his morning exercises in his office. He had the unusual talent to incorporate the most mundane items in his sessions. For this particular one, he was lifting up his desk like it was the smallest of weights.

Biff looked at him confusedly, "So what's up?" There had to be a reason.

"One little thing did come up," He replied as he forcibly put his desk down, making the majority of the furniture and items in the room jump slightly in its quake, "A bunch of scientists from the ARMS labs are pounding at your door, little guy. They said you owe them somethin'?"

Biff paused and thought about what the commissioner said. He wasn't sure what he was referring to.

"I thought it was worth a heads-up," He added, "Y'know how they can get weird and kind of intense all of a sudden."

"Yeah…" Biff mumbled, still wondering.

Max grinned, "I wanna hear all about what happens! It's impossible to keep a track of every stunt they're trying to pull," He then gave the interviewer a thumbs up, "Talk to ya later pal!"

The screen went back to his wallpaper after the commissioner hanged up. Biff looked up from his phone and stared off into the distance. He sunk into his seat, knowing whatever it was ARMS Labs wanted it couldn't be something good… or trouble-free.