"Hello, america, I'm Sports Announcer Hugh Museles. Welcome to our 3-part series on World-renowned Boxer, Matthew Mackenzie. But you might know him better by his nickname;" Hugh paused for dramatic effect, "Little Mac. We'll be chronicling the beginning, the rise, and the most important question to some:" Hugh paused again, needless to say he was a very theatrical person.

"Where is he now?"

Mac got up from his couch and rolled his eyes. "I'm right here, what do you want?" he asked sarcastically. He did like all the attention he was getting after the Mister Dream boxing match, and he did like being able to afford a nice home for his family, but all the press and news people were starting to get old. He grabbed his trademark green boxing gloves off of a dresser drawer and headed for his training room, where a large sandbag with eyes was sitting on a blue mat. Mac went to work on it. "Right jab, left jab, right jab, left jab..." He said to himself, memorizing his attack pattern. "UPPERCUT!" He shouted, delivering and uppercut so hard it sent the sandbag flying to the ceiling, but immediately crashing down on Mac.

"Hey-hey, how's my favorite boxer doin'?" A dark-skinned, heavy man ask jovially, walking in to the room carrying a letter in one hand and a soda can in the other. Mac smiled at this man. It was good to see a friendly face in the middle of all this media carnage.

"Hey Doc." Mac said, raising a hand as he finally struggled out from under the sandbag. He walked over to his old friend, looking at the letter he had in his hand.

"What'cha been up to?" Doc Louis asked.

"That's what the whole world wants to know." Mac replied, smiling. "I've just been training, getting some aggression on this sandbag here."

"I see. You fought the sandbag and the sandbag won!" Louis laughed.

"Yeah yeah, yuck it up." Mac replied. "Hey, why does that soda have my face printed on the can?"

"It's little Mac Cola, seems like even Pepsi's cashing in on your fame." Doc Said. Mac slapped his hand to his forehead.

"They really will put my name on anything, won't they?" He asked.

"Sure seems like it, but that's not why I'm here Mac." Doc continued. He handed Mac the letter. "Some very important people wanted me to give this to you, said it was important that you got it ASAP.". Mac opened the letter and read the words aloud.

"CONGRATULATIONS LITTLE MAC!

The Smash Bros Tournament has seen great potential in you! We've seen that you've been able to prove yourself as a worthy fighter, you're really something else! We cordially invite you to come down to the Smash Academy to train for the big leagues. We just know that you're going to love being a smasher as much as we'll love having you be one!

Sincerely,

The Smash Team."

Mac sighed and set the letter back on the table. He walked over to the sandbag, but before he could say something, Doc spoke first.

"Mac, aren't you excited! This isn't some international boxing tour, this is SMASH BROTHERS! The big leagues! You're finally working your way up!"

"Yeah, I should be excited..." Mac replied. "But let's face it, I'm outclassed there. A human boxer against a giant turtle dragon or a woman in powered armor or a...Whatever the hell Kirby is? I'd get my ass handed to me on a silver platter." He began working at the Sandbag, punching it again. "I'm just An Ordinary. Boxer. WITH NO SPECIAL ABILITIES!" With the last punch, he seemingly channeled all his frustration into it, and the Sandbag went flying across the room and burst open against the wall. Doc Louis went up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mac, if you weren't anything special, you wouldn't have defeated all those Boxers back in the Mister Dream tournament. You wouldn't have gotten all this attention if you weren't anything special. You wouldn't have been able to punch that heavy-ass sandbag across the room if you weren't anything special. You wouldn't have had all these fans and fan forums around the world wondering what your next career move is if you weren't special. I wouldn't have had to fight my way through a crowd of crazed fans and reporters just to get here if you weren't anything special. Mac, like it or not, you've got something special in you, something that was there since you were born that made you special. You were born to be a star, buddy!"

Mac smiled, his confidence renewed by Louis' speech. "Always know how to make me smile, Louis." He said.

"So, we got an answer for the press?" Louis asked.

"Hell yeah we do." Mac replied. The two walked out of the training room and out to the front porch of Mac's mansion, where, like Doc Louis said, there was a crowd of reporters and fans waiting for him. A reporter ran up to him holding a microphone.

"Mac, I'm Ray Porter from Nintendo World News. Everybody's been wondering: What's next for you?"

"What's next?" Mac asked. The next words out of his mouth were of barely contained excitement and joy.

"I'M GOIN' TO SMASH BROS!"