Prefic: TKO From Tokyo
On one side of the boxing ring, was a tall blonde man they called Joe. He wasn't much of a boxer, he had only won a single bout in his entire pathetic career. Nobody knew why he kept fighting, maybe it was because he was a glutton for punishment. Maybe it was because he wanted to get another win in his career. How pathetic is it to have one hundred losses, and only a single win? He had earned himself the nickname Glass Joe, because of his glass jaw. A couple of hits to his jaw, and Joe was out. Joe was so bad of a boxer, they say he could be beaten by his own shadow.
On the other side of the boxing ring, was a short man they called Little Mac. He was the heavyweight champion of the world after beating Mr. Dream. Mr. Dream was on his way to his one hundredth straight win, without any losses, when Little Mac came in and knocked him out. Mac didn't join many tournaments anymore, instead people joined tournaments to get to face him. But he made an exception for this one. Some heavyweight champion from another world decided to come and challenge the Mac. He couldn't turn that chance down. He'd have to get past two fighters to get to the so called champion. Glass Joe was his first obstacle. He wasn't much of an obstacle at all. More like a stepping stone to step over or around.
The bell sounded, and Round 1 began. Mac swiftly dodged the left glove of Glass Joe, and then swiftly dodged his right. If anything was clear, it was that Glass Joe hadn't improved. Mac threw a punch of his own, hitting Joe smack in the jaw. Another three swift punches to the jaw later, and Glass Joe was on the ground. The referee began to count. One. If it wasn't over now, it would be soon. Two. Even if Joe managed to get up, Mac would knock him down again. Three. Four. It was almost disappointing. He didn't even put up a fight. Five. Six. Seven. This was embarrassing. Even Mac thought Joe deserved better. The crowd started to Boo, not at Mac, but at Joe. Eight. Nine. Ten. The match was over. In a single round, Mac was able to take down his opponent.
Mac didn't even break a sweat. This wasn't the challenge he was looking for. It wasn't a challenge at all. It was a cake walk. His mother could've beaten Glass Joe, and she walked with a cane. Mac focused on his next match, another familiar name. Piston Honda. Honda had been the Minor Circuit Champ, and was a boxer worth fighting. Honda was a bigger man than Joe, a stronger man. But Mac knew he could handle him. Just as he had done twice before.
Mac stepped back into the ring, not even slightly tired from his last fight. The round began. A left jab, followed by a right Jab to Little Macs jaw got the blood flowing. He hadn't felt this good since his fight with Mr. Dream. Of course Dream was a bigger challenger than Honda. Mac threw a couple of punches of his own, smacking each of Pistons cheeks. He swiftly dodged the next few jabs from Honda, and then followed through with a sucker punch that knocked him over. Mac knew Honda wasn't going down so easily. One. Two. Three. Still not up? Four. Five. Six. Mac was disappointed. Seven. Eight. And Honda got back up on his feet. Little Mac smiled. The fight wasn't done just yet. Honda threw a left hook, hitting Mac square in the chest. Mac recovered quickly, and delivered an uppercut to Pistons chin. The bell rang, and round 1 was over.
Piston still wasn't much of a challenge. He couldn't wait to meet this other boxer from another world. He wondered just how good he was, if he chose Glass Joe of all people to be the first line of defense against the Mac. He'd either have to be terrible to think Joe was good, or so good he didn't need a defense. Mac couldn't wait.
The bell rang, and round 2 began. Honda started off strong, with a Banzai attack, but Mac dodged, and delivered a swift uppercut to Honda's jaw. Play time was over, it was time to end the fight. Little Mac was tired of playing games. Mac delivered a gutter, followed by a jab to the left side of Honda's face. He then followed through with eight consecutive punches to the jaw, before finishing off with a sucker punch. Honda fell again. One. Two. Three. Mac hoped he'd stay down for his own good. Four. Five. Six. Still disappointing. Seven. Eight. Not getting up? Nine. Ten. Mac beat his second obstacle. Another win on his record. Though Mac had considered asking to have it stricken from the record. He'd rather go 100-0 against some good opponents than 200-0 against some weak ones.
The final challenger, was of course the boxer from another world. Matt the Mii. Little Mac took a glance at his opponent before entering the locker room. He didn't look like a big guy, but that didn't make Mac overconfident. He himself wasn't very big. Matt looked kind of strange though. Thin arms, thin legs. Decently built body though. Mac couldn't wait to see what the guy had in store for him.
Mac entered the locker room. He had barely broken a sweat from his last match. But he sat down, and took a breather. He wasn't sure what this last guy was capable of. He could very well be like Mr. Dream. Or he could be like Glass Joe. Either way he wanted to end the match as quickly as possible, and maintain his title. But he was still excited about it. Fighting someone new. It was an adrenaline rush.
Round 1 was about to begin. Little Mac stepped into the ring, looking closely at Matt the Mii. He controlled his breathing. He trained his eye to follow Matt's fists. He was ready. He couldn't wait. The bell rang. A rocket punch to the left side of Macs head left him slightly disoriented. Finally a real challenge. Mac threw a punch back, and Matt blocked. Very good. Mac threw another punch, which Matt blocked. Matt threw the punch this time, and Mac dodged. Matt clearly had no attack pattern like the others had. It was rather refreshing. But the fight wouldn't last long. As dust settled over the ring, Mac wondered what was going on. The crowd wondered what was going on. Boos filled the arena as the challenger, and the defender were both whisked away. Somewhere, Lucretia was smiling. Her plan was brilliant. And all she had to do was convince Glass Joe to come out of retirement, and Piston Honda to fight against Little Mac again. And it had worked.
By Cloud and Squall