Klaas Dekker's Punch-Out

by Alexneushoorn

After Little Mac retired from the WVBA, a young aspiring Dutch boxer named Klaas Dekker rises from the ashes left behind by Mac. Being coached by Doc Louis and his son Vinny, Klaas is gonna go the distance and become the WVBA's next champion. Will Klaas have what it takes to follow in Little Mac's footsteps? Or will he be left in the dust by the competition? Only time will tell.

7. Minor Circuit Match 4: Soda Popinski

After defeating Piston Hurricane in the previous match, it was time for Klaas to go up against the #1 of the Minor Circuit, Soda Popinski.

Boxers' Info

Klaas Dekker

Height: 5'11

Weight: 154 lbs

Age: 25

From: Amsterdam, The Netherlands

Record: 3-0 (3 KO)

VS

Soda Popinski

Height: 6'6

Weight: 237 lbs

Age: 35

From: Moscow, Russia

Record: 33-2 (24 KO)

After the boxers' info was shown, an introductory movie played that depicted Soda Popinski training by carrying boxes filled with soda up a snowy mountain and into his private training gym, along with him drinking a lot of soda as he trained.

It then switched to the boxing ring, where Soda Popinski was drinking a bottle of soda, and upon finding it was empty, he dented it against his forehead before laughing. Vinny shot Doc a worried glance, and Doc patted his chest to assure him Klaas would do alright. Klaas then proceeded to get up from his seat, ready to fight Soda Popinski.

"Fight!" The referee exclaimed as the match started. Soda Popinski started the match by throwing a jab at Klaas, which Klaas proceeded to duck under.

"Kak eto?!" (Translation: "How it it?!") Soda Popinski asked before taking a flurry of punches from Klaas to the face.

"Zo doe je dat!" (Translation: "That's how you do it!") Klaas told Soda Popinski as he backed off to catch his breath. Soda Popinski then threw an uppercut at Klaas, which Klaas proceeded to dodge.

"Yerunda!" (Translation: "Nonsense!") Soda Popinski exclaimed before taking another flurry of punches from Klaas to the face. Soda Popinski then proceeded to take out a soda bottle.

"Za moë zdorov'e!" (Translation: "For my health!") Soda Popinski said before Klaas punched the bottle out of his hand. "Moya butylka!" (Translation: "My bottle!") Soda Popinski exclaimed before angrily throwing a series of uppercuts at Klaas, which Klaas once again proceeded to dodge. He then threw a series of jabs at Soda Popinski, which knocked the Russian boxer to the ground.

The referee then walked up to Soda Popinski and began counting down. "One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" By the time the referee reached five, Soda Popinski had used his soda bottle to get a drop of soda out of it, which re-energized him as Soda Popinski got up with a roar and began throwing a series of uppercuts at Klaas, which Klaas dodged once more.

"Leuk geprobeerd!" (Translation: "Nice try!") Klaas told Soda Popinski before the bell proceeded to ring, signifying the end of the first round as both Klaas and Soda Popinski went to their corner to relax for a bit before the second round began.

"Ya Soda Popinskiĭ! Ya zadalvyu tebya!" (Translation: "I'm Soda Popinski! I will crush you!") Soda Popinski shouted at Klaas while he waited for the next round to begin.

"We're gonna recycle this Soda Pop, Klaas, baby. Crack his six pack, then collect your refund!" Doc instructed Klaas.

"You got it, Doc. I'll quench this guy's thirst with my fists." Klaas replied to Doc as he pounded his fists together.

The second round soon started, and right before it did, Soda Popinski proceeded to guzzle down another bottle of soda. Klaas, in the meantime, pounded his fists together again as he got up from his seat and walked up the mat to fight Soda Popinski once more.

"Fight!" The referee exclaimed as he stepped back to allow the second round of the fight to begin. Soda Popinski proceeded to throw a jab at Klaas, which Klaas proceeded to duck underneath.

"Chto?!" (Translation: "What?!") Soda Popinski asked in disbelief before Klaas hit him in the face multiple times. Soda Popinski then threw an uppercut at Klaas, which Klaas dodged. "Kak ya promakhnulsya?!" (Translation: "How did I miss?!") Soda Popinski asked in disbelief once more before taking several punches from Klaas and got promptly knocked to the ground.

The referee then walked up to Soda Popinski and began counting down. "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!" By the time the referee reached eight, Soda Popinski got another drop out of his soda bottle to pump himself up again, and he roared as he began throwing a flurry of uppercuts at Klaas, which our hero proceeded to dodge.

"Dat was leuk. Laten we dat nog eens doen." (Translation: "That was fun. Let's do that again.") Klaas said with a grin as he proceeded to punch Soda Popinski in the face multiple times.

"Za moë zdorov'e!" Soda Popinski spoke once more as he pulled out another soda bottle, but before he could drink it up, Klaas punches the bottle out of his hand once more. "Moya butylka!" Soda Popinski exclaimed in dismay as he angrily threw a flurry of uppercuts at Klaas, which the Dutch boxer dodged each one of.

Klaas then proceeded to throw another series of punches at Soda Popinski, hitting him in the face and chest multiple times before sending the Russian boxer tumbling down to the mat once more, and the referee stepped up to count down once more.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!" Again, by the time the referee reached eight, Soda Popinski got another energy boost from the drop in his soda bottle as he quickly got up, let out another roar and threw another round of uppercuts at Klaas, which Klaas dodged out of the way for.

"Leuk geprobeerd!" Klaas told Soda Popinski with another grin before the bell proceeded to ring, signaling the end of the second round as both boxers retreated into their corner once more to get a moment of rest before the final round began.

"Pokhozhe, tebe nado vypit, Klaas Dekker." (Translation: "Looks like you need a drink, Klaas Dekker.) Soda Popinski taunted as he awaited the final round to begin.

"Let's make this Soda Pop go flat, Klaas, baby! Shake him up with your jab, then uncork him with your Star Punch!" Vinny instructed Klaas.

"You got it, Vinny. I'll have him down on the mat in nothing flat." Klaas assured Vinny with a grin as he threw two jabs in the air. The third and final round then started, and Klaas pounded his fists together as he got up to fight Soda Popinski.

"Fight!" The referee exclaimed as he stepped back once more to allow the final round of the fight to commence.

"Za moë zdorov'e!" Soda Popinski said once more as he pulled out another soda bottle to drink, but Klaas knocked it out of his hand before he did so, earning a Star in the process. "Moya butylka!" Soda Popinski exclaimed in dismay as he began throwing another series of angry uppercuts at Klaas, but Klaas dodged them all and punches Soda Popinski in the face as hard as he could, eventually managing to knock the Russian boxer down to the ground.

The referee then walked up to Soda Popinski and began counting down. "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!" By the time the referee reached nine, Soda Popinski got another burst of energy thanks to the soda drop from his bottle, and with yet another roar, he got up off the mat and threw some more uppercuts at Klaas, which he proceeded to dodge out of the way for.

"Tijd voor de grote finale!" (Translation: "Time for the grand finale!") Klaas grinned as he stunned Soda Popinski with a series of jabs before throwing a Star Punch at him.

"Okh, pomogite!" (Translation: "Oh, help!") Soda Popinski exclaimed in horror before being sent falling to the ground on his stomach, and he struggled to grab his soda bottle as it rolled out of the ring.

"Knockout!" The referee exclaimed. Klaas had won the match.

"Ja! Ja! Ja! Ja! Ja!" (Translation: "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!") Klaas happily cheered for his victory over Soda Popinski.

Klaas later met with Doc and Vinny backstage. "You're a warrior, dude! A real warrior! You've really managed to climb the ranks of the Minor Circuit, and your next opponent is the Minor Circuit champion! How about we schedule your title bout same time next week?" Vinny suggested to Klaas with a smile.

"I'd love that. Can't wait to try and claim the Minor Circuit belt." Klaas replied with a grin.

"You got it, kid. Your title bout will be in a week then. We got full confidence you'll be able to land that title." Doc told Klaas with a smile.

"Alright. Well, I'll be hitting the showers, and then I'm gonna have a drink at a bar here in New York tonight. This fight has really made me thirsty." Klaas laughed, with Doc and Vinny laughing too as Klaas began to head to his dressing room.

"Woo-wee! That was an exciting fight, wasn't it, Vinny? Now how about we head home and have some chocolate and strawberry milkshakes to celebrate Klaas' victory tonight?" Doc suggested to Vinny with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan, dad! Let's get on with it!" Vinny grinned as father and son began to take their leave as well.