I'm not delaying with this one.
Also, I'm terrible at writing action scenes. Prepare for cringe.
Songs: $ave Dat Money (Lil Dicky, RHQ, Fetty Wap), Another Brick In The Wall: Part 2 (Pink Floyd), Drowning (A Boogie, Kodak Black)
Spring Man was using his basic Toaster ARMS to push Max Brass into the corner of the ring. Max Brass was using his own Roaster to counter.A punch here and a punch there, were all blocked by him. Max Brass was excited to see so much vigor coming from Spring Man. All offspring Man's punched were charged. Max Brass could feel his defense crumbling.
And as there were no people spectating this match, there was no reason to keep up his image.
"I will ask you again. What's bothering you?"
Spring Man tried a grab and was denied by a punch to the face.
He flipped himself back up, this time, with a bloody nose.
"Nothing!" He snarled.
Determined to win, Spring Man shouted many de-monetized phrases.
None of which affected Max Brass.
Finally, he said:
"Do the initials T.C. mean anything to you?!"
"I'm sorry, but no."
Groaning, angry, and tired, Spring Man had given up. He stopped their match.
"Did you ever have a son?!"
That seemed to shut Max Brass up.
"…"
"Do you?!"
"How. Dare. You?"
"What?"
"I'm sure you know! Don't play games with me!"
Flashback
"Millions of Americans are saddened by the sudden death of Mark Brass, son of the ARMS Champion, Max Brass. Witnesses say that he was killed in a mugging gone wrong.
His mother, who we don't know yet, was trying to stop a group of thugs from bullying an unnamed college student. Ms. Brass, as we'll call her, took the bullet for her son, stepping in front on his stroller. Though, this was for naught as the bullet went through her midsection and punctured young Mark. He was killed instantly. Witnesses also say, that in a fit of rage, she tried to rush one of the attackers. She passed out of blood loss before she could reach him. None of the suspects have been found.
Police say they are interrogating the student for further information.
We here at the studio send our condolences to the Brass family.
"He died, and it was all my fault!"
"Who died?"
In between his increasingly broken language, Max Brass managed to say:
"My son."
"Oh."
"Um… Sorry. I was just thinking out loud."
Max Brass didn't answer for some time. They both stood in awkward silence.
"Spring Man." He said assertively.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Max Brass sighed.
"From your tone of voice, I assume that you don't know. My son was murdered in a mugging."
"I'm sure the son on Max Brass would be strong enough to deter bullets right?"
"Wrong!... He was 3 years of age."
"… Oh."
"Spring Man."
"Yes?"
"Why were you asking me those questions?" He said, coldly.
"I'm sure it's nothing, really! I was just curious."
"Answer the question."
"I'm a grown ass man, I don't have to answer to you!"
Max Brass gave him a stare that could only be described as 'murderous'.
"Alright, alright! I'll tell you. Uhhhh…" Spring Man stalled.
Max Brass gave him another glare.
"I got a package in the mail and it said you were my father! I wanted to make sure it was true. But now that I know that your *ahem* son is deceased, I know it was a lie."
"What did they give you?"
"A couple of pictures and a letter."
"I'll get to this later. We have a match to sparring match to finish."
"Yeah…"
They both steadied themselves for the match to continue. Both stood, waiting for the other to strike.
"This is going nowhere. Spring Man, we'll try again tomorrow."
"Agreed."
Max Brass walked upstairs to his personal gym. (All ARMS Champions have the luxury of getting a quiet gym room in every official ARMS League Gym. Except, of course, when there are other ARMS Champions in there.) He summoned Martha to the room.
He sat patiently.
She bumbled into the room, having ran up the stairs.
"Yes, Mr. Max Brass?!" She said, in between breaths.
"Did Spring Man leave yet?"
"No, he is in the front lobby, speaking with other ARMS fighters."
"Tell him to meet me outside. Tell him he'll know when he sees me."
"Does this require me to run back downstairs?"
Max Brass smiled.
"Maybe."
Spring Man walked out to the lobby, expecting to go home and work out for the next days' match.
To his surprise, Ribbon Girl and Twintelle were talking to each other, with Helix sitting patiently at Twintelle's side, occasionally making some noises.
He was planning to leave them be and walk out quickly…
Until Helix made a loud shriek upon seeing Spring Man.
He ran up to him and tried to hug him. All it accomplished was making Spring Man's shirt wet.
"Ugh, Helix! You know that doesn't wash out!"
Helix cooed to him in response.
Knowing that he couldn't look at Helix and get mad, Spring Man turned his back to him and crossed his arms.
Helix made distressed cries.
"I'm assuming there's a reason why Helix is crying." Twintelle said.
Spring Man froze and turned around.
"Sorry, he hugged me and his uh, whatever he has, stained my clothes and I've told him many times that no amount of cleaning will get it out if my clothes. Especially whites."
"Don't make him sad. You make him sad, I will make you sad, with your hospital bills, regardless of our status as friends." Twintelle threatened.
"Got it. I saw Ribbon Girl with you. Where is she?"
"Right here!"
Spring Man jumped at the sudden screech in his ear .
"Aah!"
He jumped backward into her and they fell.
Twintelle cleared her throat.
They both scrambled to get up.
"Why would you do that?!"
"To scare you, of course."
Spring Man sighed, defeated.
"I need to go. I'll see you next rotation. Maybe you'll win next time."
Seeing an opportunity, Ribbon Girl struck.
"Like you win against Springtron?"
Spring Man walked away, with his head low.
"You know, if he didn't have any morals, I'm sure he would've punched you just now. I saw it on his face." Twintelle said.
"Eh, whatever."
Martha ran up to them, out of breath.
"Have you seen Spring Man?"
"Yes, he just left." Ribbon girl said.
"Whyyyyyyyy?!"
"If you run fast enough, you might catch him." Twintelle inquired.
She groaned.
Spring Man opened the door to his car when Martha's screaming got his attention.
A series of short, unintelligible words were thrown his way.
He closed the door to hear her.
"Spring Man! Spring Man." Martha yelled, ready to die.
"M-M-Max Brass wants you to meet him. *exhale*He said you'd know it was him."
"Ok? Are you gonna be alright?"
"With some water *cough* yes."
He looked at her, not believing.
"Alright, well, I'm at the entrance, where is he?"
Martha couldn't speak anymore, so he left to find Max Brass.
Of course he would know. A gold colored Limo was waiting for Spring Man directly at the door of the Gym.
The chauffeur opened the door for Spring Man.
He stepped cautiously inside to find Max Brass with his back turned, looking stiff as a rock.
"Sit down, get comfortable, and get ready for the story of your life, son."
I think it's good to end it here.
Kudos to Omac18, Kitkat, and loser loki for reviewing the last chapter.
And thanks to Omac18, javiermetal, loser loki, and TYZ0300 for following the story. See you all next chapter.
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