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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*How much soda did he drink recently? 4 bottles? 5? 12? It didn't matter. He just hoped that those scientists weren't lying when they said that the soda would make him stronger.

-"Soda Popinski, you're up! Come to the boxing ring at once!"-

Perfect time to test out his strength. Making sure he got rid of the several soda bottles he quaffed down, the Russian boxer got to the boxing ring, stepping through the ropes and looking at the referee.

-"С кем я буду сражаться?" (Who am I going to fight?)-