[Ever since that embarrassing loss by the illusive 'HellHound', SteamPunk has been training extra hard. In all the times you've trained the boxer, you haven't seen him work so hard before.]

"C'mon! Keep em comin! I can take another!"

[Bloodied fists up, surrounded by the discarded parts and machinery of the previous robots he had punched to shreds, he still had a cocky smile on his face. He's been doing this for hours, and you can tell that he was beginning to get tired; soon his body will give out and he'd crash. He was too determined to keep his title to do anything about that however, ignoring his muscle's screams of agony he presses on. It was probably illegal for this much Biograft technology destruction, but you weren't going to tell and nor was SteamPunk, so it seemed that nobody would care.]