Chapter 1: A boy named Mac
(Disclaimer! I own nothing of Punch Out or any songs used to tell the story!)
Who would've thought that I would be a lucky guy to train a boy like him. He was strong. He was brave. He was ready to face anything. He…. Was little. But that wasn't enough to stop him. Despite his height he was able to overcome many obstacles that got in his way. But now he was about to face his biggest challenge yet.
There he was. He was about face up against the champ.
His name was Big Hippo, and he had an appetite for destruction.
Was he scared? No.
He laughed in the face of danger.
But….. If I'm gonna tell the story, I might as well tell it from the beginning.
Oh, I almost forgot.
My name is Doc. I'm the boy's trainer, and somewhat of a father figure.
And this is my story of how I trained the most amazing boxer in history.
And this is my story, and you should pay attention cause its starting… now!
(Insert Punch Out Remix here)
There was music being played in a club.
The guy on the right was me on the guitar.
"Keep that beat up Connie!" I said.
"You got it," she said as she made the beat louder.
"Are you ready to rock?!" said Johnny, our lead singer.
The crowd clapped to the beat.
We Will Rock You by Queen
Johnny: Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
Crowd: We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
Crowd: We will we will rock you
Johnny: (Sing it!)
Crowd: We will we will rock you
Doc: Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
Crowd: We will we will rock you
Johnny: (Sing it!)
Crowd: We will we will rock you
Johnny: (Everybody)
Crowd: We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Johnny: (Alright)
I then did an insane guitar solo.
"You go boy!" said Johnny.
I kept going.
But the crowd didn't seem to love it.
We finished and got a light applause.
After the gig we were counting how much money we got.
"So how much did we make?" asked Mary, my girlfriend and bassist of the group.
"$20 each," said Johnny.
"That's odd," I said, "They said we'd get $50."
"Well apparently the crowd hates how we sound," said Sheldon.
"Seriously we're never gonna get anywhere making mincemeat profits," I said.
The pizza came.
"Well at least our groupies love our sound," said Sheldon.
"Yeah, I guess," I said.
We were watching a boxing match on a projection screen.
"And King Hippo wins again!" said the announcer, "It seems like no one can outmatch this man's super strength."
"I just don't like that guy," said Connie, "He's an ass."
"I know right," I said.
"Well we'll see you later Doc," said Johnny, "Night."
"Good night guys," I said.
Mary kissed me on the cheek.
Then she sneaked me a chocolate bar.
I smiled as she left and took a bite of it.
As I walked home I heard the sound of punches.
I rushed over to the noise and saw some punks surrounding someone.
"Get away from me!" he said, "I'm warning you."
"Or what?" said one of them.
"I better help him," I said to myself.
I heard some punches.
I ran over and saw a kid beating up the thugs.
"I warned you," he said.
"Whoa…" I said to myself, "What is he? Some kind of fighter?"
He got a look at me.