You chose this fight, a stamina match against the champ of the WVBA. Little Mac stands on the other side from the ring, facing you down with short bounces, his boots squeaking off the canvas as he smiles a little. Doc Louis stands behind the ropes, cheering him on in his own way. His gloves shine with sweat already just from his warm-ups... which bodes poorly.

Mac's been winning every fight he's been in, his rematch with Ken, the re-re-rematch with DK, the revenge fight against Samus... and basically every gal that's insulted his height. And now you're here, trying to break that streak.

Each time he's stepped into this ring, each fighter that's tried this plan, they've not been enough. Consistently taken down near the final rounds, the gimmicks they hold dear countered and outplayed. It sucks for them and their egos, but to be fair, somebody's gotta do it.

You suck in a breath, centering yourself once more as you think back to the Break Room. The megamall of a void containing every other fighter and every stage... and you chose this. Samus was in her Zero-Suit in Norfair... Byleth was wide open in the Gareeg Meth Monestary. But, the boxing ring is what you chose.

Your eyes open again and you huff, raising your fists, barely paying attention to whatever's on them, if it's wraps, gloves, a gun, it doesn't matter. You've got a fight to win... and nothing stopping you.

The bell rings, and instantly Mac is bursting forward, his speed on land on full display. He's tucked into himself, his gloves keeping the full of his 5' 3" frame covered as he approaches, and you approach too. You manage to meet him a third of the way to the center, his speed nearly catching you in the corner. But that doesn't matter. Fights on... bring it.