Note:I have returned to write after almost ten years of not reading or writing anything, so this is a really exciting time for me! I hope that all you fans out there enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Punch-Out or any of the characters mentioned, they are owned by Nintendo
She Was a Sucker Punch – Part 1
"Caitlin, you're getting water all over my floor! Turn your head back to the sink, girl!"
The sound of a strong mother is one that many of us know very well. Mothers keep us, and they guide us through the path that they think is safe and will lead to a steady success. Caitlin, the subject of dish-washing critique, desired other things as she turned her head away from the television set which was broadcasting a boxing match.
"Momma, don't call me Caitlin, I feel like I am a child again when you do it," Caitlin called out.
"Well, don't call me Momma, then," Caitlin looked up at the ceiling from these words, as if asking the Lord why she was blessed or cursed with this woman as her mother.
"We're modern women here, call me Kitty," Caitlin (better known as Kitty) said. "I'm moving in two days. What are you gonna do with yourself when I am gone?"
"I planned on getting some rest," Kitty's mother, Dorothy called out from her bedroom.
The two women lived in a 2 bedroom New York City apartment on the 5th floor and held down the rent with Dorothy's legal assistant job and Kitty working the morning shifts at a local diner. They had done alright for themselves thus far.
Kitty turned her head back to the television when she heard the announcer introduce the next match between the unshakeable Piston Honda and the up and coming kid, Little Mac. Kitty gave the television a flirty look. She loved Little Mac, and even resorted to calling him Mac to everyone else as if they were going steady. She had never met him nor even been to a boxing match, but her new apartment for herself across town was much closer to the stadium than where she lived now.
Kitty didn't know much about boxing, but she loved the excitement and the rush; it's one of the things that made her Kitty and not Caitlin. Kitty never wore dresses or skirts like many of the other girls. More of her hard-earned money went to the scarcely found women's pantsuits and button up shirts that complimented her curvy shape just as well. She did have long, luscious blond hair, but kept it pinned up in a high pony tail. But the striking feature was her bright, sky-blue eyes and, right now, they were even brighter as she was staring down her fantasy-love on the screen.
"You gonna finish those dishes, or gawk at your television-husband?"
"Momma!"
"Kitty, you comin' with me to the match?" Lara has said over a cup of coffee. Kitty's ears perked up, much like a cat's.
"We've been talking about it, haven't we? You're sure this is the right one, yeah?" Kitty said quickly. Her coffee had been finished for quite awhile. Lara smiled.
"You bet. He's fighting this fella Don Flamenco from Spain. Looks like a fuckin' fairy out there from what I've seen," Lara said as an older couple glanced over, disgusted. Kitty grimaced. Lara had such terrible tact in public. Kitty turned back to her friend.
"What are you wearing?"
"Gonna sport some blue jeans and a sleeveless shirt. You? It's much more important 'cuz you gotta hook that man of yours."
"I don't know if I will hook anyone. I was going to wear the short pants…" Lara raised her eyebrows.
"You call me a brute and you're gonna wear those little things? They barely cover that big ass of yours. Why don't you just straight out ask him to sleep with you?" Lara joked, but Kitty couldn't deny she wanted that, too. "How's the new place, by the way? Your mom miss you, yet?" Kitty sighed.
"It's all good. I've been there for a few weeks, now. Momma has come and seen it, but she wants me to get used to being on my own," Kitty said. There was a pause, then Lara spoke:
"She ever seen those short pants?" The two cackled loudly.
Kitty and Lara sat in a tightly packed stadium, about 100 feet back from the boxing ring. Kitty had been tapping her feet wildly for about 10 minutes, so anxious to finally see the person of her dreams in the flesh. Maybe she would even hear him speak or grunt or do something.
"Kit, stop. You're making me nervous, too!" Kitty smiled awkwardly at her friend and looked back to the ring, not interested in hearing anything else from her. The announcer of the fight's voice rung in overhead.
"Ladies and gents, may I introduce all the way from Madrid, a stylish and confident 152 lbs of welterweight, Don Flamenco!" in a flash, Don Flamenco appeared in the ring, over confident and sickeningly charming (as Kitty thought).
"He has a fucking rose in his mouth," Lara shouted to Kitty through the cheering upon his arrival. Kitty chuckled a little, but was more focused on making sure her eyes would be on Little Mac from the moment he arrived in the stadium until the moment he left.
"And in this corner, the dark horse of this Major Circuit, weighting in at 107 lbs, the flyweight wanting to take on Don Flamenco for the bout of title holder, Little Mac!" the announcer shouted followed by even more cheering than with Don Flamenco. Kitty was so nervous and excited to see her Mac that she didn't even cheer or clap for his arrival.
Suddenly, there he was. Kitty swooned wildly within herself. He didn't even look to the crowd to wave. He is so dedicated to his craft and passionate about what he loves. He is so strong and kind. He isn't afraid of anyone even though he is smaller.
'Oh, I just know you'll do it, Mac!' Kitty thought to herself, and the fight began.
"What a win! Man, I knew Little Mac was gonna smash that balding jerk into the ground!" Lara said as her and Kitty had just walked out of the stadium onto the now crowded sidewalk. "Kitty, you gotta get with him so that I can talk boxing with the Little Mac!" she said.
"Oh, Lara! You know that I want to, I just don't even think we will ever meet! Even if I do run into him on a whim one day, I doubt he would stop to talk. Doc has him on a tight schedule!" Kitty said like she was already married to Mac. Lara chuckled at her words.
"Kit, I've seen some folks in love and man you love this guy. It's cute," she said. Kitty grinned shyly. "Well, girly, I'm off. You gonna head home?"
"I think I will walk a bit in the park, it's still kinda early and I need to walk off my fantasies," Kitty said back with a smile. Lara smiled back,
"Alright, babe," she said and patted her friend on the shoulder before heading away towards her own home. Kitty stood for a moment in her own thoughts. Once the crowds thinned, she headed off towards Central Park to gaze into the lights of her city.
Kitty's footsteps were light, purposeful, and quick. Though her mind was just the opposite. Once she reached the park, she stopped for a moment and crossed her arms before walking on. She began to think to herself. Kitty regretted falling for a celebrity, but not falling for Mac. It was late summer, and the nights had begun to be labeled as chilly. She didn't know Mac, but she felt like she did and that she was just what everyone teased her as: his wife going to all his matches and keeping faithful.
There was a jogger behind her, she heard them panting in tandem with their running feet. After a few seconds of the sounds getting louder, the jogger spoke,
"On your left," he said and whooshed gently past her along the edge of the sidewalk, his feet hitting the grass a little. Another moment passed, and Kitty felt the wind trying to catch up with him; it smelled good. Kitty looked ahead at the jogger and chuckled a little to herself. He was wearing a bright pink suit and had his head covered. How peculiar.
Kitty made her way further into the park and found a vacant bench near a dim lamp post. She decided to sit for awhile. She brought her legs up on the bench with her body and lounged, taking in her surrounding and listening to the sounds of the city. After a minute, she looked ahead her within the park and saw the bright, pink jumpsuit in the distance across the large pond. Kitty tilted her head and watched the man glide across the path. It was fluid and had rhythm. There was another jogger about 30 feet away, catching up to "pink jumpsuit guy". Kitty heard some muffled shouts, playful in nature, coming from the second jogger. "Pink jumpsuit guy" turned his head to look behind him at the other jogger and Kitty's heart sank down to her feet. He was smiling brightly and shouting back. It was Little Mac.
Well, here ends the first part. I have a couple pieces of this all ready to go, so you all won't have to wait weeks for the second part. I plan to post a chapter every other day. I really, really hope you guys like it! I wanted to make a good, rich fanfic that satisfies that part in us all!