Saitama's Punch Out!
Chapter 2: Little Mac VS Jar Jar Binks
It was the first match. Little Mac was excited. He couldn't wait to see his new opponent in the ring. His confidence had risen over the roof that he could beat this new opponent.
Doc Louis came in, and he was not happy. The WVBA Champion asked him what was wrong.
"Mac, you're not going to like this….."
Little Mac had a quizzical look when the bell rang.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
Little Mac stood up, ready to begin his match.
"IN THE BLUE CORNER, THE BRUISER FROM THE BRONX, MEET LITTLE MAC!"
The crowd went wild as the young boxer smirked.
"(sigh) I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS…."
Little Mac was about to ask Doc who his opponent was when….
"EVERYONE, PLEASE WELCOME THE FORMER SITH, JAR JAR BINKS….."
Mac had a stunned expression as he saw the alien rise up with the crowd booing him.
"Mesa into boxing! Mesa turn you into Sarlacc snack!"
Jar Jar screamed as he stumbled a bit. Little Mac turned to Doc Louis with an expression that clearly said "Are you freaking serious?"
The trainer replied with a reluctant yes.
Little Mac sighed. 'Let's get this over with…...' The 17-year old thought as both boxers entered fighting stances.
Jar Jar had a confident smirk as he stared down his opponent. 'Midget kid too small. Mesa beat him up!' The poor alien-frog thing didn't know what was coming to him…..
ROUND 1! FIGHT!
Little Mac quickly went out on the offense as he clobbered Jar Jar Binks with punch after punch, a bored expression on his face. 'How the hell did he enter the ring?'
Jar Jar wailed as he was pummeled then flinched. "DON'T HURT ME!"
Then suddenly for no reason, Jar Jar began running in circles screaming like a coward.
Little Mac sweat-dropped. Doc Louis shook his head. "God, he's a bigger pushover than Glass Joe…." The overweight trainer muttered.
Little Mac just walked up to the flailing alien as he hit him on the spot.
The frog thing was sent flying into the air and landed on the mat, face first.
"HE'S DOWN FOR THE COUNT!"
Little Mac just sighed as he waited for the counter to reach 10.
"1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10!"
'He was hardly even a challenge. I had more difficulty with Glass Joe….' Little Mac thought as he raised his fists in victory.
After the match, Doc reaffirmed Mac. "Don't worry, Mac-baby! I'm sure the next opponent won't be as wimpy as the last guy…."
Near the door far away, a feminine figure flashed a demented smile as blue flames came out of her hands. 'Don't worry, I won't be as pathetic and you won't be so fortunate, little boy…' The woman thought as she left the room.