Chapter 8- Grimm, the Boxer

Lash was still playing Super Mario Bros. Until Colin got bored. "Can I play?" he asked.

"No," replied Lash, quickly turning back to the TV.

"Come on!" whined Colin.

"No!"

"Come on!"

"I said no, you brat!"

Koal interrupted, "I suggest we bring another TV here. That way, more than two people can play."

"Great idea!" said Colin, excitedly. "Can you bring a TV here?"

Koal turned away, "Do it yourself."

Colin made a lazy look and went to look for a TV. After a few minutes, his servants brought in a fancy-looking TV. "Okay, servants. Now get me some snacks, chop chop!" The servants went away.

"Well, at least you can play now. What game have you decided?"

Colin thought of what game is he going to play. "How about Punch-Out? I hear it's the classics."

"Play whatever you want..."

Colin put in the game in the NES connected to the fancy TV and Jugger. He turned it on and began playing his first round.

"Hmm... I expected the main character to be Max. But somehow, he turned out fat. What's going on?"

Inside the game...

"Gwar har har har! You want a piece of me?" Grimm was actually the main character of Punch-Out, fighting some wimpy boxer.

"Don't hurt me!" said the wimp.

"This is gonna be too easy! Knucklebuster!" he screamed. He used his special smack punch to take down the wimp.

The referee counted, "... 8, 9, 10! The winner is... Grimm, the Donut Smacker!" He raised Grimm's hand.

"Oh, yeah! Who's the man now?"

"Okay, Grimm. Your next opponent is... Bald Bull."

"Bald Bull? I could easily-"

Suddenly, Bald Bull came in the ring, making angry and scary faces at Grimm. "Argh... I'm gonna eat you alive!"

Grimm laughed, "Har har, that's what you think!" They got to their corners.

The referee yelled, "Okay, boxers! Come to the center and shake hands!" Grimm and Bald Bull went to the center and shook hands, though they made mean faces to each other. "Ready... FIGHT!"

Grimm quickly left jabbed Bald Bull. He made many direct hits, then Grimms made a blow with his right punch. Bald Bull wiped blood off his mouth. "Urgh! You will pay for this!" He made one punch back to Grimm. Amazingly, he knocked him out.

"1, 2, 3..." counted the referee. Grimm got up when the referee got to 6. "Gwar har har! Is that the best you can do?" Again, he left jabbed. But Bald Bull blocked it this time.

"Shrimp!" As Bald Bull tried to make a return punch back to Grimm...

"Knucklebuster!" Grimm punched him really hard, knocking him down on the floor.

"1, 2..." But, Bald Bull got up like nothing did much. He made a smile with his nasty look.

This may be harder than I thought, thought Grimm.He decided to take an evasion. He dodged all the punches Bald Bull tried to deliver. "Durgh! Stay and face my punches, you fat loser!"

"Fat!" Grimm overheard those words, and got angry. "No one calls me... FAT!" He punched directly at Bald Bull, penetrating his block. He started yelling, "HAYMAKER!" He made repetitive punches that should knock out Bald Bull. "Urgh... no!" He fell down.

Grimm took deep breaths, wiping blood off his mouth. The referee counted, "1, 2, 3..."

When he gets to 9, Bald Bull got up like a zombie. "Gaaaauuuugh! I'm not done with you, worm!" He started making punches like crazy. Bald Bull was berserk.

Grimm was having a hard time blocking every single punch. "Ugh... this... is-" Bald Bull punched him under the chin, knocking Grimm out. "1, 2, 3, 4..."

Grimm thought that it might be his last battle to ever box. But he knew he can't lose... even if it's just a game! "Come on, boy!" Grimm stood up after the 7th count. "Come on, give me your best shot."

Bald Bull easily laughed. "Sure." He made a ducking, boxing stance. "Har har har!"

Grimm twitched his eye. "Is that... my... laugh?"

Bald Bull laughed again. "Why? You don't like Bald Bull laugh your laugh? Gwar har har!"

Grimm got really furious. "No... one... steals... my... LAUGH!" He ran, angrily, towards Bald Bull. Bald Bull started hopping toward Grimm.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!" cried Grimm, enraged.

"Ragh, ragh, ragh, ragh!" cried Bald Bull, hopping.

As the audience fell into silence, as the two boxers rushed into each other, as my brother took a bite of the cereal...

"TAKOYAKI SURPRISE!" Grimm magnificently knocked out Bald Bull, and the referee started counting.

"1, 2, 3..." Bald Bull didn't move a muscle.

"8, 9, 10! The winner is... Grimm, The Magnificent Donut Smacker!" He, again, raised Grimm's hand. The crowd cheered like wild. Grimm fell asleep. As he woke up, he found himself getting ready in his next match... Mike Tyson. Dum dum dum...