The stands of the boxing arena were filled with hundreds of spectators, some old, some new. Recently, there were rumors that a new fighter would be participating in the new boxing tournament. The massive audience was talking amongst themselves or looking at the center of the arena where the very first fight would take match. Eventually, the noises lowered as the referee walked to the very center of the arena.

-"Ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome to the Punch Out boxing tournament! As you may have heard, our roster of our best boxers are making a return! However, we are allowing an audience member to step into the ring and fight a boxer that is randomly chosen! If you win, that boxer is going to be your mentor until Title Defense, in which you take their place!"-

They called out before pointing towards the audience, allowing anyone to come up. Obviously, everyone was hesitant, all except one...

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99. 99 losses and counting. Any other person would have just retired, but no. Not Glass Joe. To him, it didn't really matter how many times he lost. It didn't matter how many people saw him as a joke. What was really important was that he enjoyed it.

-"Un, deux, trois, quatre..." (One, two, three, four...)-

The Frenchman counted under his breath as he wrapped his hands with the requiring tape, not that it would do much. He always had glass bones and paper skin. Just as he finished up, the intercom went off, making him perk up and look towards the speaker in anticipation.

-"Hein?" (Huh?)-

-"Glass Joe, you're up! Come to the boxing ring at once!"-

Wasting no time, the fragile boxer made his way to the ring, trying not to get himself tangled in the ropes, a common thing that happened to him, unfortunately.