The Big Fight: Tyson vs Mac
August 13, 1987
WVBA Arena
New York City, New York
9 PM
Little Mac could hear the faint buzzing of Pomp and Circumstance through the old arena speaker as Super Macho Man made his entrance, no doubt posing and preening for his female legions. Doc Louis had talked about how much of narcissistic jackass Macho was all week. The prevailing theory among boxing analysts was that because Macho Man had dispatched previous champion early in the second round to win the WVBA World Championship , so it was a possibility that he was overlooking Mac, so all Mac had to do was hang in there.
"If I said it once I said it a hundred times Mac, all you gotta do is hang in there, Macho thinks you's a pipsqueak. You gotta surprise him!" Louis was saying as he helped Mac tape his wrists for the ensuing fight, "I know you've knocked out errbody in the Association, but a win by decision's a good one Mac. And then you'll be a Triple Crown winner."
Mac sighed. Doc was the closest thing Mac had ever had to a father, as he often bequeathed confidence in him that Mac didn't naturally have in himself. But, the old man did have the tendency to repeat himself every now and again.
"I know Doc. But I can't afford to think about winnin' right now when I haven't even stepped in the ring. Gotta see where it goes"
Lewis opened his mouth as if to say something, but a familiar sound echoing in the old halls of the building stopped him.
Clack, clack, clack
The sound of a wooden cane loudly smacking against the ground echoed from the hallway just outside the locker room.
"Quarlow" Doc grumbled quietly
As if on cue, the owner of the WVBA, Hoy Quarlow, walked through the door. A rail thin, short, positively ancient Chinese man clad in his standard black robe and matching black slippers, his face morphed into a smug, Cheshire cat smile as soon as he made eye contact.
"Hello Makenzie, Jerome" Hoy spoke their names with dripping contempt
"Evenin' to ya boss. What brings you here?" Mac asked as Lewis was helping Mac into his boxing gloves
"An important bit of information. We have a very important first row attendee, one Mike Tyson."
Doc Lewis' jaw dropped, "T-tyson? That Tyson?"
"Indeed!" gleefully chortled Hoy, " We believe Macho Man vs Tyson would be a major money fight!"
Mac frowned, which caused Hoy to chuckle, "Impress me, and maybe you'll main event the card. Maybe" he hissed as he wobbled out of the room, his cane clacking against the floor
Look Sharp, Be Sharp by the Boston Pops Orchestra hit the ratty arena speakers,
"Das our cue boy. This is yo one chance at glory, let's fuckin' do this thang!" Louis hollered as the two made their way out to the arena.
Super Macho Man vs Little Mac, WVBA World Championship Fight Round 3
Doc Louis almost never feared for Little Mac's safety, but as the bell rang to close the second round, this was as close as Mac had ever come. With an uncanny ability to read and dodge more conventional foes, Macho Man was proving to be a challenge. At first, Mac had had the champ's number, being able to duck the champ's basic punches, and capitalize when Macho posed for a photo op, hitting a body blow and then a Star Uppercut for the first knock down. Unfortunately, that's when Macho lead the fight. His mach punches (odd double sledge blows, which Doc was only half certain was legal), and the Super Macho Tornado punches, where he would spin in a circle for maximum momentum, had stunned and knocked down Mac twice in both the first round, and the second. However, Mac was a quick study, as once one of those punches connected, he was able to read them, and never got hit by one, allowing for Mac to get Macho as close to a TKO as he had him. Now, Mac was ambling over to his corner.
"I got this Doc , I got this!" Mac slurred
Doc frowned for a brief moment, the poor kid was quivering, his legs especially. He had at best another punch before he was out for good
Poor kid, this is the most concussed he's ever been Doc thought to himself But, we always did say to go to the bitter end, no throwin' in the towel.
"I know kid, I know. You know all his moves now, so jus do what I taught ya"
Mac nodded as the referee beckoned both men to the center of the ring.
The referee signaled for the bell to be rang.
"Hey Doc. This is the last time you'll see your little shrimp alive! Time for a photo op!" screamed Macho
As he put his hands on his hip in the hero's pose, Mac punched him right in the gut. Doc couldn't help but grin as Mac landed a few more punches to Macho's head as he stumbled
Macho growled furiously, as he spun to hit a Super Macho Punch, and another, and another
Mac went from his ducking crouch to a neutral to see another fourth Macho Man Punch coming, on the same rotation as the last
"SHIT" screamed Doc
Mac perked up, and ducked the punch at the last minute. Macho stood, his back to him, dizzy from the expansion of energy
"MAC! NOW!"
Mac coiled his right hand, his dominant one, extending out for an uppercut, as his fist slammed into the back of Macho's head, right where the neck met the skull. Macho collapsed in a heap
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Mac fell into the ropes, pulling himself up. Mac peered into the crowd, and, in the front row, saw an unassuming blond haired girl, her thick glasses blaring light back at him from the stadium lights, her hair done up in pig tails, and wearing an expensive looking, all pink-pantsuit. She was the most ecstatic person in the crowd, hugging a random businessman next to her
Alice…
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Mac had been so distracted with Alice the he hadn't even watched the referee's count. But, another site broke his concentration in the front row on the opposite end of the building. Flanked by several, quite frankly, terrifying looking black men was another black man, built like a Greek god, dressed in an immaculate suit
Tyson…
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"KNOCK OUT!" cried the referee
The crowd erupted in cheers as Mac sank to his knees. Doc ran into the ring and hoisted Mac up, bawling tears of joy as he hugged his charge. Alice, the woman from earlier, Mac's girlfriend, soon joined the celebration in the ring, hugging Mac
"YOUR WINNER, AND NEW WVBA WORLD CHAMPION, LITTLE MAC!" screamed a ring announcer
The referee awarded Mac the big gold belt, which Doc quickly wrapped around his charge's waist Alice and Doc held Mac by the arms as he saluted the crowd with a triumphant cheer. In his parade around the ring, Mac noticed Tyson, smirking almost bemusedly at him. The words of Hoy echoed in his mind
Impress me
ACH-TOOEY
Mac spat his mouth guard, and it smacked Mike Tyson right in the cheek as he was turned talking to one of his entourage. He raised his hand and rubbed his cheek to feel the spittle as his entourage were falling over each other to get in the ring. Doc meanwhile, was on the apron of the ring, serving as a human wall between Mac, the entourage, and the WVBA security that now stood between Lewis and the entourage. Tyson stood in the back of the fray, half-heartedly hurling insults at the young boxer. Alice meanwhile, pulled Mac away as he screamed obscenities at Iron Mike, holding the ropes open as Mac stepped out. About halfway up the ramp, Doc waddled to them
"The hell you doin' kid? That's Iron goddamn Mike you just spat at
"He said impress me" Mac slurred with a wink
"Jesus Christ" Doc and Alice simultaneously said to each other as they went behind the curtain.