Once upon a time... You were cook, not by personal choice, more so because you work at your own Mother's diner in order to keep her tradition alive.

As skilled as you are at cooking, you simply find yourself daydreaming about being in a ring throwing awesome punches and knocking out opponents.

"EXTRAORDINARY FANTASTIC MINDBLOWING... umm attack!"

"PUNCH FLURRY!"

All you're doing is punching pasta... quite often your mother barges into the kirchen to yell at you about your dream to be a boxer about how risky it is and how talented you are at cooking.

But during a certain argument, your mother made a deal which you can not lose.

Mom: "IF YOU SUCEED AS A BOXER, YOU CAN SAY THAT I WAS EXTREEMELY FOOLISH FOR EVER DOUBTING YOU, however... ***If you fail this so called """dream""" of yours, i'm afraid you'll have to find a different diner to work at. I simply can not afford to have you leave your job without replacing you."

And thus, with plenty of determination you sprint off to find the best possible trainer you know, which would Jerome Louis. Yes, the Heavyweight W.V.B.A. champion himself, you could remember the thrill of watching his most well-known pupil, Little Mac.

However... Once you reach Doc's house gym, which, to your surprise, happens to be unused for a very long time, almost as if Doc's love for boxing completely faded over the years of failed boxers whereas Little Mac was his Magnum Opus.

Once you rung the doorbell, the man couldn't even open the door due to his lack of enthusiasm. After a while, Doc Louis yanks the door open, looking almost extremely resentful to have left his couch to answer the door, you take in his appearance, being surprised as for how skinny Doc has gotten given how much the man enjoys snacking on chocolate bars during training, well... actually at any point.

Louis scrutinizes you, clearly tempted to shut the door in your face but relents, replying with a tired voice.

Doc Louis: What do you want, kid?