Great Tiger, he's quite the suave guy, which made it fairly easy for him to be able to charm his way into your heart.
Or alternatively, his cockiness needed someone a bit more humble and challenging to balance him out. He was never really all that outstanding when it came to the dating pool.
At first, he's relatively teasing, almost in a childish way towards you, always bragging lavishly about his accomplishments and the amount of wins he has gotten.
Sometimes this appeared to be light bullying to those on the outside, but in reality, it's simply how the both of you interacted as friends.
Eventually, you do melt down this defrosting ice king's heart, and there are some noticeable differences in his behavior.
For starters, you notice that he's no where near as cocky as he tends to portray himself, especially outside of the ring. In fact, he's much more interested in your life and hobbies, and even though he talks more than he listens, he always makes a mental note about something that stuck out about you in particular.
You also learn of his hobby of poetry and writing. Surprisingly, it's actually quite nice, and he frequently recites it for you if you ask kindly. He makes it very clear that you are his muse for a lot of his future poems.
The both of you have also exchanged poems as well. He doesn't really care if you're some outstanding literary poet, he just enjoys reading about your interpretations and opinions of the world. And he ALWAYS loves it if he happens to be the muse of a poem you wrote.
Speaking of writing poems, he also enjoys writing various rap verses, and the both of you have created songs together as well.
He's shown you his latest album, "You've heard me purr long enough, now hear me Roar!" He frequently works on it outside of the ring, and is always so proud of it, too.
You believe it's less than stellar, but you have to admit, it's quite catchy.
"Send word to my mother, I'm in jail!" Is almost like an inside joke between the both of you, and you both bust out in laughter when you speak of it out of nowhere.
Tiger can be quite the romantic as well. He likes to take you out on his magic carpet, and speaks sweet words to you in Hindi. You can't understand it (or maybe you can) but you know he's just speaking of various sweet nothings along the way, as you watch all the colorful scenery pass you by.
You've actually fallen asleep to his voice many times, especially when the both of you are cuddling. He's aware of the affect his voice has on you, and he uses it every time.
Sometimes, he will use his clones to engage in a large cuddle party with you, much to your chargin. He enjoys seeing your flustered face every time.
He can be quite expensive, and he makes sure you have only the best of the best. He once gifted you Shumukh, an incredibly expensive perfume from Dubai, and you nearly fainted once.
He loves you just the way you are, and the both of you wouldn't have it any other way, honestly.
I arise from my grave, Punch Out community... To bring you my new Minor Circuit!!!
#3: Bugsy Bluebottle (Jamie Morrison)
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Stance: Orthodox
Record: 4-10 (2 KO)
'Ever since he was little, Bugsy has had a deep love of creepy crawlies. His motivation for joining the WVBA was to show off the incredible potential in insects. He incorporates their style in his costume and even enlists in some special friends for his special 'Batter Bug' attack! Most of his matches have staff handing out complimentary bug repellent... Just in cast...'
#2: Button Masher (Kris Erickson)
Age: 26
Height: 5'11
Stance: Orthodox
Record: 6-10 (4 KO)
'Fighting for the geeks, nerds and video game lovers across the world is Button Masher. A popular video game streamer, his entry into the WVBA is currently not known, though some suspect it may be an outlet to help out with his gamer rage WITHOUT smashing another console... Steer clear of his infamous 'Retro Smash', it'll have you seeing pixels!'
#1: Smooth Roast (Jacq Lévesque)
Age: 25
Height: 5'11
Stance: Orthodox
Record: 6-10 (5 KO)
'Looking for an energetic pick-me-up? Look no further than a match with Smooth Roast! This suave gentleman is perkier than a fresh shot of espresso in the morning but has plenty of charismatic sweetness to balance it out. Keep a look out for his signature move, the patented "Java Jab" is strong enough to wake up even the most out-of-it opponent!'
Champion: Meatball (Charlie Miller)
Age: 26
Height: 6'1
Stance: Orthodox
Record: 12-6 (8 KO)
'This lovable goof might seem like a silly, cuddly teddy bear but don't let that fool you. Not only is Meatball a professional competitive eater but he also holds the Minor Circuit Champion title! Though he's a stocky guy, he's not short at all on strength and manages to keep up that stamina thanks to the delicious hot dogs and meatball subs he smuggles into the ring with him! Just don't try taking his food away, lest you wish to feel the wrath of his 'Hangry Mode'...'
I decided to draw the punch out Wii boxers as different dog breeds, since my first one were pretty bad and it was a long time ago. So now that I’m an adult and I did some research on different dogs breeds in the world and drew them as breeds of dogs.
Anyway starting off with the minor circuit boxers.
Glass Joe- Papillon
Von Kaiser- German shepherd
Disco kid- golden doodle
King hippo- bulldog
But don’t worry I’ll do doggy little mac and doc Louis sometime.
The ring announcer's voice boomed through the WVBA Omni Arena, electrifying the sold-out crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night at The Omni! I’m your main man on the mic, Jazzy Jamboree and tonight’s main event, aww man! The undefeated second-generation superstar, The Sandman, takes on the ever-unpredictable Irish Hooligan, Aran Ryan!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and boos, the energy off the charts.
"But we’ve got two more big bouts before then. So, fight fans, are you ready for some action!?" Jazzy bellowed. “Then let’s get ‘em out here and let… them… hands… GO!”
The crowd roared in response, their anticipation reaching a boiling point.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and "Queendom" by Moana A blasted through the speakers. Reina Adora stepped into the spotlight, her eyes hidden behind her luchadora mask. The crowd's reaction was immediate; boos and jeers filled the air, but Reina reveled in it. Ah, the sweet sound of envy. They wish they could be me.
Her corner followed closely behind her, Maria holding an iPad, capturing every moment. Reina strutted down the aisle, her every step oozing arrogance. She climbed into the ring, posing on the turnbuckle, soaking in the disdain like it was adoration. This is my kingdom now. These peasants should be grateful to witness my greatness.
Backstage, Skye paced nervously, her eyes darting around as she listened to her coach Vanessa
"Remember, Skye, stick to the game plan. You’ve got the speed and the footwork. Make that ring your dance floor."
Skye nodded, her eyes meeting Vanessa's. "I know, Coach."
Reina's music faded, replaced by the iconic guitar riff of "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour.
Vanessa looked at Skye, her eyebrows raised, "This song? Really?"
Skye grinned, her eyes shining. "Hey, if this is my only shot in the WVBA, I'm gonna do it right."
Vanessa smiled back, her eyes filled with pride. "Then let's do it right."
Skye stepped onto the stage, and for a moment, she was awestruck. The crowd was cheering… for her. She dropped to one knee, looking down as her right glove brushed the ground. When she looked up, Vanessa had her wrist in front of Skye like she had asked to look at her coach’s watch.
Skye looked up at Vanessa and smiled. Then she stood up and yelled, "It's clobberin' time!" before heading down the aisle to the ring. This is really happening. I'm here, in the WVBA, about to fight. Holy crap, this is awesome.
As she approached ringside, her eyes caught sight of familiar faces—Glass Joe, Cutie, Star, and Niki were all there, holding up signs. Glass Joe’s read “Coeur de Lionne.” Cutie’s read “Windy City Wonder,” while Niki’s read “Time to Dance!” Then, there was Mika’s. “Chi-Town Tough.”
Skye felt her eyes well up, but she blinked back the tears. Oh my God, they're here. They're actually here for me.
Vanessa leaned in, her voice full of encouragement. "You see that, Skye? You've got an army behind you. Now go show lucha chick how we do things in Chicago."
Skye nodded, her eyes meeting Vanessa's. "You got it, Coach!"
With that, Skye climbed into the ring, her eyes locking onto Reina. The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo as Skye danced around the ring, soaking in the adoration.
Reina’s eyes narrowed, never leaving Skye as the rookie moved toward her corner. She thinks she's a star. Soaking up cheers like a desperate child seeking approval. How quaint.
Skye started loosening up, her eyes never leaving Reina's. Reina smirked, running her thumb across her throat.
Skye's heart raced, but she didn't let it show. She wants to intimidate me? Nah, girl. Curtain’s up. Showtime.
Jazzy's voice captured the attention of the sold-out crowd as the music faded. "Ladies and gentlemen, we start off the evening with a Women's Circuit bout scheduled for three rounds! Your referee for this bout is Daisy Coroa!"
The crowd began to buzz as the formalities got underway.
Reina’s eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Skye, as she flexed her hands in her gloves. Meanwhile, Skye’s eyes scanned the arena, taking in the moment before settling on Reina, all the while, bouncing and staying loose.
"Introducing first, in the red corner, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 143 pounds, fighting out of Tijuana, Mexico, she had a professional record of 7 wins, 3 losses, and 5 wins by way of knockout. Presenting 'La Realeza del Anillo,' Reina Adora!"
The crowd's reaction was a mix of cheers and boos, mostly boos, but Reina soaked it in, raising her arms and turning in a slow circle to face all sides of the arena. She then blew a disdainful kiss to the crowd, her eyes cold and unyielding.
She's soaking it in like she's already won, Skye thought, her fists clenched. I can't wait to wipe that smug look off her face.
"And her opponent, in the blue corner. She stands 5 feet 5 inches, weighed in at 118 pounds. Fighting out of the Windy City, Chicago, Illinois, making her professional debut, she is 'Chi-Town Tough,' Skye Ivy!"
The crowd roared in approval, and Skye felt a surge of energy. She raised her gloved fists high, bouncing lightly on her toes, and then pointed to the crowd, mouthing "Thank you!"
Ah, the people love an underdog, Reina mused, her lips curling into a smirk. You won’t be their darling for long, chica.
Referee Daisy Coroa called both fighters to the center of the ring. "Alright, ladies, we went over the instructions in the locker room. I expect a clean fight. Listen to my commands at all times and protect yourselves at all times. Got it?"
Reina leaned in close to Skye, her eyes locked onto hers. "Espero que estés lista, niña. This is my ring, and you're just a guest."
Skye met Reina's gaze, unflinching. "Well, you know what they say about guests, right? They sometimes overstay their welcome."
Reina chuckled. "Cute. But I'm not in the mood for games."
"And I'm not in the mood to back down," Skye retorted.
Daisy intervened, "Alright, that's enough talk, ladies. Touch gloves and go back to your corners."
As they touched gloves, Reina spotted Mika, Niki, Cutie, and Glass Joe in the crowd. "Ah, the little fan club! Enjoy the show, darlings. It’ll be a quick one!" Reina blew them a sarcastic kiss as she sauntered back to her corner, eliciting boos from the crowd.
In Skye's corner, Vanessa saw the nerves in her eyes. "Skye, listen to me. You've got this. You've trained hard, and you're ready. Now go out there and show everyone what 'Chi-Town Tough' really means."
Vanessa inserted Skye's mouthpiece, and Skye bit down on it. "Thank you, Coach. Thank you for believing in me. I wouldn’t be here without you."
Vanessa smiled, her eyes meeting Skye's. "Heart of a lion, kid. Now get out there and roar."
Both fighters started warming up in their respective corners. Reina threw a few air punches, her eyes locking onto Skye's. She's nervous. Good. She should be. She has no idea what’s coming.
Reina smiled as she punched her gloves together before kissing her right glove and holding it out threateningly toward Skye.
Skye simply smirked and threw a series of quick jabs and hooks into the air, her eyes never leaving Reina's. This is my moment. My stage. And I'm ready to dance.
The tension was electric, the crowd's anticipation at a fever pitch. As Skye and Reina held each other’s gaze, it was clear—this next chapter in the Women’s Circuit was going to be unforgettable.
