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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-"Einatmen, ausatmen. Einatmen, ausatmen. Einatmen... ausatmen...." (Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Breath in... breath out...)-

Anticipation. It was always the anticipation. It's hard for him to control his shaking, his twitching, his tics... The effects of the lingering PTSD that was twisting up the very form of his being. But he had to do this. He had to prove himself to his students that he still got it. Despite his age...

-"Von Kaiser, you're up! Come to the boxing ring at once!"-

The intercom blared, grabbing his attention before quickly composing himself and walking out of the locker room. Briefly, he stopped towards the entrance, seemingly hesitating before puffing up his chest, giving a brief salute to no one in particular.

-"Achtung!" (Attention!)-

He briefly shouted before confidently coming out of the locker room and towards the ring, stepping through the ropes.