Greetings. I am Vultarian01. Bet it's been a while since you've seen me type that up, huh? Not that I can blame you. I actually have a job now, and even though I still kinda want to keep CCPW alive, I've mostly lost interest in it. I'm not sure what I'll do with it, but for now, I kinda want to focus on this. What is this, you may ask? It's basically Punchout Wii, but with MLP characters.

I watched playthroughs of the game and really loved it, and then I read 's Punchout Fanfiction story and loved it too. In fact, it's what lead me to deciding to take a hand at this kind of story as well. I have to work, as well as do other things, so I cannot promise frequent updates to this fic, but I'll certainly try when I can. This is a much more casual story for me to write, and I think it'll benefit me greater this way. But without further ado, I should just let you read my first chapter of Scootaloo's Punch-Out! Danke.

Disclaimer: I do not own MLP or any of its respective characters. I also do not out PunchOut! or any of ITS licences as well. Enjoy.

It was dawn in the city of Cloudesdale, Equestria. Though it would be easier to tell if the clouds were not blanketing the sky to keep away the daybreak. It was common to have cloudy weather here, though. They named the city Cloudesdale for a reason, and not just because it was located at higher altitudes than most normal Equestrian cities. You would have to wait until later in the morning before the sun would light up the clouds, acting as a large white light in place of the sun. And the sun doesn't even come out until the afternoon times. But before then, the citizens would have to brave the often harsher elements that the climate has to offer, including heavy rain, thick fog, and heavy snowfall depending on the season. But for a certain young girl, that didn't bother her at all. The often damp air helped cool her off as she ran down the street.

'Ugh, I can't believe I didn't restart my alarm last night! Hopefully Coach Will won't have a cow,' Scootaloo thought as she huffed, dashing down the sidewalk in her full grey tracksuit and green sneakers. She was careful to jump over some of the broken cracks that elevated parts of the concrete sidewalk, which have caused her many a bloodied nose in the past. There was also the daily obstacle of Mr. Steel Feather on this street taking his bloodhound out to pee on the fire hydrant. But of course, Scootaloo was in a rush, so she quickly jumped onto the hydrant the dog was peeing on and then jump off onto the other side. Scootaloo had done this before, and like the many other times she did this, the dog stopped what it was doing to start barking at her as she ran off.

"Dang it, Scootaloo, why can't you just walk around me like a normal person?!" The angry old man yelled out, a shaking fist held in the air.

"Sorry, Mr. Steel, but I can't stay and chat! I'll give Rusty a dog treat later, 'kay?!" Scootaloo yelled over her shoulder before hurrying off, leaving the ranting old man and his howling hound behind. They wouldn't have to do this all the time if he didn't always walk his dog so early in the morning.

Suddenly, Scootaloo heard the low ruble of thunder from up above. Looking up, she realized that the clouds have gotten darker as opposed to brightening up as they would usually start doing around this point. Her fears were soon realized as rain drops started hitting her face. But it was a light shower right now, and the gym wasn't but two streets away. Maybe Scootaloo could make it.

The inside of the Willpower Boxing Gym lit up, the electricity making the old fluorescent tube lights flicker before retaining a dim glow apart from one which died out a long time ago.

"Hmm! Iron Will needs to change that light! Eventually." The large, greyish blue-skinned man said to himself in the third person. He then ignored the light, as he usually did, and decided to take a small stroll around the gym while stroking his black and pointy van dyke beard. Iron Will wore a large red collar shirt, though even then it wasn't big enough and snugged itself tightly around his large, muscular upper body. It was tucked into his khaki brown shorts, which were also tight around his hips, but he didn't mind. Better than pants. At least this way he could get a breeze going through his rather hairy legs. For shoes he wore black and grey sneakers.

The inside of the gym was pretty much one big room with very few others aside from the bathrooms, the lockers, and a single office closed off by a door with the office sign spelling out "IRON WILL" in black lettering. As far as dusty old boxing gyms go, it looked relatively decent despite its rusty grey walls and its once white floors now faded into a light brown hue. The large room had a boxing ring, of course, but it also had treadmills, weights, and weight-lifting benches. It naturally had boxing equipment from speed bags to your good old punching bags as well, but most of were taped and look like they had beaten to death. Saying it like that one would think that means they were used quite regularly. And they were, but not by most people. The gym had seen better times, and now Iron Will hardly has anyone willing to attend his boxing classes. Not to say that he didn't teach anyone, though. In fact, there's one little lady in particular that he's been training himself. And Iron Will had her to thank for his equipment taking the beating that they have.

"Where is she anyway? Iron Will told that girl to be here on time." Iron Will said aloud in his gruff, masculine voice. His pupil should have been here by now, and he had some very big news for her too. He looked out one of the gym windows, seeing that the rain had started pouring down with flash's of lightning in the background.

*BAM!*

"I'M HERE!"

Iron Will heard the front double doors slam open and turned around. It was Scootaloo drenched in water, part of her wet hair stuck against her forehead.

"Scootaloo! Where have you been?!" Iron Will demanded, looking at his watch, "Iron Will thought he told you to be here at one o' clock sharp, and you're thirty minutes late!" he snorted and crossed his arms.

Scootaloo panted, blowing some of the water out of her face as she wiped her cerise hair back, "Sorry, Coach Will, but my alarm clock didn't go off this morning, and I had to skip breakfast just to get here THIS fast," she sighed, holding out her arms and seeing that her tracksuit was dripping water all over the floor.

Iron Will let out a groan, scratching his black hair which was slicked down on all sides, but didn't reach much further past his temples. He grabbed one of the white towels hung on one of the ropes of the big boxing ring in the middle of the room. He then walked over to Scootaloo and tossed it to her. She caught it and started drying her dripping wet head.

"Why don't you go in the back and change out of those clothes, eh Scootaloo?" said Iron Will, going over to one of the maintenance carts and taking out a mop. Scootaloo's eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You're not going to make me mop?" she asked, used to Iron Will making her clean her messes as well as most of the gym. As Coach Will had said to her a long time ago: "Mop it out before you sock it out!"

"No, not this time," Iron Will answered as he brought the mop to the double door entrance, beginning to dry mop the trail of water that she had left, "Iron Will is actually in a particularly good mood today believe it or not."

Scootaloo finished drying her hair and looked curiously at her coach. "Why? Did anyone new actually come to work out here this week?" she knew the answer would be no, as it usually was, but Scootaloo couldn't really think of much else that would make her coach specifically happy enough to clean something up himself.

"Iron Will'll tell you when you get changed," he said, waving her to leave, "And be quick about it, too. You're making a puddle."

Scootaloo shrugged and quickly left for the locker rooms, her shoes squeaking as she walked along the floor. It had been over half a year since the first time she had been told to go to the locker rooms to change. Aside from her not having to clean up the gym today, everything else seemed to start out as normal. She would go change, do some exercises while lifting a few weights, and then start her actual training session. She had been under the tutelage of her coach, Iron Will, since the beginning when she begged him to give her private boxing lessons. Scootaloo has since then become his "Prized Pupil" as he called her. Scootaloo thought of it as a bit of an exaggeration, as her Coach often liked to do. But she really had improved in her craft a lot since she started, and Coach Will was the one she had to thank for it all.

Scootaloo finished changing out of her wet clothes and dried the rest of her body off. Then she opened her locker and took out her boxing garb before putting it on. She looked at her reflection in the full body mirror and smiled. She had on a light orange, loose-fitting tank top that was tucked into her light brown, knee-length boxing trunks with a red waistband and red stripes on the sides. Underneath her tank top was a grey sports bra, and to finish off the look she laced on her light orange boots reaching to the middle of her calves. But then again, the look of a boxer is never truly finished without the boxing gloves, which Scootaloo had fixed onto her hands and were red in color.

"Looking good," Scootaloo thought to herself, throwing a few imaginary punches while admiring her outfit. This wasn't the outfit she always trained in. She had grown a little bit over half of this past year and had to trade up for slightly bigger threads. Her body acquired more muscle definition and tone through her training, which was a far cry from the stringy body she used to have. Her hair also grew, but it stopped around the base of her neck, and she gave herself some sideswept bangs along with the corners of the bottom of her hair curling forward around the bottom of her neck as well. A little more feminine than it was when she was a kid, but it still kept the tomboyish flare that she liked.

Knowing that Coach Will was probably done mopping up all that water, Scootaloo took off her gloves and revealed her taped up knuckles. She tied the strings connected to her gloves together before walking out of the locker rooms and meeting up with him near the side of the ring.

"Scootaloo!" Iron Will shouted with his large and admittedly infectious smile, pointing a finger at her, "You ready for what Iron Will has in store for you today?!"

Scootaloo smirked, clenching her fists and throwing them up, "Yep, I'm ready for another day of training, Coach! Bring it!"

"Iron Will admires your energy, kid," said Iron Will, "But that wasn't what he was referring to."

Wait, what was he talking about? Then Scootaloo remembered. "Oh! You said you needed to tell me something?"

Iron Will smiled as he reached into his back pocket and took out a small, unassuming white envelope and handing it to Scootaloo. She grabbed it and began to inspect it. It didn't seem anything special until she looked at the front of the envelope, which was sealed closed with a symbol of two boxing gloves in front of a gold star. Scootaloo's eyes widened in absolute shock, and without further moment's notice, she tore the envelope open and took out its contents. It was a short letter addressed to her by the World Video Boxing Association!

"Dear Scootaloo,

We have received notice about your notice into receiving entry into the WVBA (World Video Boxing Association), and have been looking into your background and references. Upon reviewing you and your performance, it is clear to us that you show significant talent and excellent work ethic as a boxer. As well, you will be delighted to know that you have met the appropriate requirements for entry."

Scootaloo stared at this piece of paper for what felt like an hour, barely remembering how to breathe. Was this a dream? No, this couldn't be a dream otherwise Coach Will would've yelled at her to wake up by now. Scootaloo felt an explosion of joy in her heart as her mouth opened into the widest smile she's ever had. She let out a loud gasp.

"No, wait, not yet!" Iron Will said before taking some cotton balls out of his pockets and shoving them into his ears, "Okay, go ahead."

Scootaloo let out a high-pitched, girly squeal loud enough to probably agitate Mr. Steel Feather's bloodhound several streets down. The small girl threw the letter in the air and started cheering and jumping up and down.

"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOOOOOOOSH! THEY LET ME IN! THEY LET ME IN! I'M GOING TO BE IN THE WVBA! YES! YES! YEEEEES!" Scootaloo could cry she was so happy right now. It's been her dream to get into the WVBA for so long.

"HA HA HA HA HA! It's about time, huh Scootaloo?!" Iron Will exclaimed proudly, enjoying the more excited side of his student's personality. Iron Will was suddenly thrown onto his back, Scootaloo on top of him. She was so happy that she had tackled him into a hug, and they both lay on the floor just laughing together. Eventually, Scootaloo did release her coach from the hug and sat on her knees in joyous disbelief.

"I can't believe that I'm finally IN, Coach Will!" she squeed while her coach sat up and took the cotton balls out of his ears. Suddenly, it hit her. "Wait, I didn't send the WVBA any notices. I never even called them."

Iron Will stood himself up, dusting off his shoulders before placing his hands behind his back. "That, my friend, is because Iron Will filed your entry on your behalf. And Iron Will even gave them his personal recommendation."

Scootaloo looked bewildered by this information. "Y-You did?! But why?! I mean, I'm DEFINITELY not complaining, Coach, but I thought you said that I wouldn't be able to try entering the WVBA until you thought I was ready. You don't think this is too sudden?"

Iron Will nodded thoughtfully. "Scootaloo, I've been training you for quite some time now, and have seen all the progress you have made."

Scootaloo knew her coach was being serious when he starts using "I's" in his sentences.

"And within that time, you have exceeded the expectations I have out upon you," Iron Will continued, "from the basics to the technicals, you've knocked them all out. Along with every other opponent that I've set you up against. To say that you've impressed me simply doesn't do it justice."

Scootaloo blushed, scratching the back of her head and looking away. "Awe, shucks…"

"So believe me when I say that you ARE ready to take on the WVBA! You got the talent, you got the fortitude, but most importantly you got the heart of a champion!" said Iron Will, flexing before pointing at her with both hands.

"So you really believe in me, Iron Will?!" Scootaloo asked, stars in her eyes.

"I do, Scootaloo," Iron Will said earnestly, "Otherwise I wouldn't have even considered this. But the real question is, do you believe in yourself?"

Scootaloo already knew the answer to that one. "Well, Duh!"

"Iron Will knew you'd say that," he said with a chuckle, "By the way, there's probably more on that letter you need to read."

"Oh!" Scootaloo completely forgot that she tossed the letter aside in her episode. She found it on the ground and quickly retrieved it, reading the rest of it, "It says that I need to be at the WVBA Minor Circuit Headquarters in Manehattan to register myself personally with some booking staff before starting my first fight. Then it goes on to list stuff about transportation options and whatever…"

"Well you won't have to worry about that," said Iron Will, "Iron Will's already made arrangements for our flight to Manehattan two days from now, as well as rented us a motel. So you got some packing to when you get home, kiddo."

"I guess I do, don't I?" Scootaloo mused, her smile never once fading, "Wow, I can't believe this is happening. This is going to be so epic!"

"OH YEEEAH!" Iron Will yelled, flexing his biceps and posing without any particular reason, "Let's get this thing started hooooot!"

"Yeah- oh…" Scootaloo suddenly felt her stomach rumble, and she clutched her belly, "Awe man… I forgot I didn't eat breakfast…"

Iron Will let out a gutty laugh, "No need to fret, my friend. Iron Will's got a new product he just whipped up that'll be sure to not only fill you up, but give you more muscle that even a roided out professional wrestler would call excessive!" he suddenly took out a protein bar wrapped in silver with the words "Iron Will Protein Power!" on it along with a picture of himself giving a thumbs up on it (In game, he's looking at you), "This is the Iron Will Protein Power Bar! And that's power bar with an exclamation point 'cause periods are for scrubs, and question marks are for the weak! But you don't have to be either of those things if you have this quintessence of protein-packed perfection in your hands for just two dollars a bar!"

"Uh, Coach?"

"And for a limited time offer, you can get a pack of Iron Will Protein Power Bars in a box for a quarter-off price of seven dollars and seventy-five cents! If that's not a good deal then quite frankly Iron Will has to question your sanity!"

"Coach."

"But you know what? Iron Will's willing to ignore your mental health issues for the time being and will advise you to order now for a chance to win a copy of one of Iron Will's assertiveness training DVDs: "The Bending of Will" with no hidden expenses as well as free shipping and handling-"

"COACH!"

Iron Will snapped out of his focus. "What?"

"You're advertising your products to the lockers again," said Scootaloo, giving her coach a weird look.

Iron Will took a closer look and realized that he was, indeed, advertising his protein bar to the slightly rusted lockers. He shrugged it off, however, and tossed the bar to Scootaloo. Scootaloo started eating the bar.

"How's about Iron Will gets you something from his fridge before we start training?" Iron Will offered.

Scootaloo, finishing the bar and tossing it in the trash, nods. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Scootaloo and Iron Will head to his office for some food, but after that it was back to training for Scootaloo. She certainly did not mind, though. In fact, now that she's going to be entering the WVBA she's more excited for training than she's ever been in a very long time. She'll have to make the most of it before her fist ever WVBA fight in the Minor Circuit. Scootaloo couldn't lie to herself and say she wasn't a little uneasy about being so unexpectedly thrust into this. But she knew she could do this. Coach Will said it himself that she can do this. She'll work her way up the ranks, one boxer at a time, and become the champion she's always wanted to be.

'Look out World Video Boxing Association,' she thought with determination, 'Scootaloo's going to knock you down for the count!'

I know it's not a boxing chapter, but I hope you liked it. This is more of a setup chapter, and I;'m not sure how long the chapters will be, but probably no longer than this. We'll see. Anyway, thank you for reading, leave a review if you wish, and enjoy the rest of your day. Arevoir.