I'm terribly sorry for the long delay; I had a computer virus take me out for a long time, and a horrible writer's block. But, I'm back on track, and I am finishing this. I do not know if I want to add an epilogue after this; it seems unnecessary and necessary at the same time. Anyway, hope you anjoy this.

I own nothing but Rachel, Anderson, and Annie. Everything else belongs to Nintendo.

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Mac woke up in a boxing ring, with only a single spotlight illuminating his collapsed form. He tried to stand up, but sharp pains in his legs caused him to collapse again to the mat, leaving him to struggle into a sitting position.

"Glad you could come." A deep voice echoed, "I was hoping that you would come here." From the shadows, Mr. Sandman stepped into the spotlight, dressed in his boxing attire. "I wanted to have one final match with you." He uttered as he held a gloved hand to him, "But, it looks like you gone through three rounds with a rhino."

"No…no, I can fight." Mac assured as he tried to stand up again, "I'll fight you one last time." But the older man chuckled and shook his head, replying, "You can't fight me; I'm dead, but you aint. Get back to the living little man." With that, Mr. Sandman picked up the teenager, and then threw him into the darkness.

"Mac, try and fight like you did before!" The deceased boxer yelled out, "You better not fail me!"

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Mac woke up with a yelp, soon recognizing the surroundings of a hospital room. He looked around to see Rachel writing notes in an arm chair, as well as a vase with daffodils and tiger lilies. "Mac, you're up, good." She said, "I was worried for a while there…the doctors said you would sleep for three days."

"Where are Doc and Annie?" he asked, "And what about the other boxers? Are they ok?" The nurse nodded with a soft smile, answering, "Doc and Annie are alright; Doc had a few broken ribs, and Annie had a fractured skull, but they are stable. The boxers are alright; they're all stable and alive. I can't believe it myself." Sighing in relief, Mac fell into the hospital bed again, replying, "I'm glad everybody's alright. Just wish that the WVBA's reputation was the same."

"I think no one needs to worry about that."

The two turned their attention to a sharp dressed man with white hair tied into a pony tail, a pair of sharp, but kind eyes, and a soft smile on his lips. "Mr. Anderson!" Rachel exclaimed, "Sir! What are you doing here?" Mr. Anderson smiled and answered, "Well, I wanted to wish everyone good health after the disaster last night. I am glad that everyone is alive, although I am sorrowful of Mr. Sandman. I wish he was here to celebrate life with us."

"Mr. Anderson, I am sorry about that…" Rachel apologized, "I wish I had stopped him…" But the new arrival put a finger to her lips and said, "He died defending the arena. In other words, he died a hero. That's a great way to die."

"Um…excuse me sir, Mr. Anderson," Mac interrupted, "But, are you the guy who runs the WVBA?" Mr. Anderson turned to him, and walked up to his bed, replying, "I am the president of the WVBA. My family has run the WVBA for as long as boxing existed as a sport. You must be Little Mac; my, you're a brave boy. I was ecstatic from hearing your boxing career the first time you and your trainer stepped through the doors."

"Thank you, sir." Mac replied, "But what about the WVBA?" The president snapped his fingers, saying, "Ah yes, I was getting to the WVBA's reputation. It's safe to say that the blame will be placed on a pharmaceutical company instead of us…" He stopped as he sighed, then continued, "I denied their agreement for them to use one of the boxers for advertisement purposes. I guess they got sore and created a monster to destroy everything and everyone related to the WVBA. But, that company got stupid and forgot the monster they sent to us was a mascot for one of their popular medications."

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel asked, "It was a pharmaceutical company?" Mr. Anderson nodded, answering, "Yes, it was. I guess it was my fault for not collaborating with them. Ah well; their revenge plot is their undoing, and I will get enough money to fix the arena, and pay for all the medical expenses, as well as the funeral costs and the life insurance for Mr. Sandman's family." Mac's jaw dropped while Rachel's eyes bugged out of their sockets.

"What?" The president asked, "Was it something I said?" Rachel answered, "No, I'm just surprised…you did this in one night!" Mac added in, "Yeah, it seems kind of unrealistic that you set up this sort of thing in one night." Anderson smiled and said, "Well, let's just say that I have friends in high and low places, as well as everywhere in between. Justice is swift spirit that will punish all who love revenge colored with blood." He then chuckled light heartedly while Mac and Rachel felt a cold chill travel up and down their spines.

"Well, I best make my way to the other boxers; I need to tell them the news and plans." Anderson said as he approached the doorframe, "I suggest the two of you get some rest until your bodies get to a better level of health." With a short wave and a smile, he left the two shivering in fear. "Now I can see why that guy scares you…" Mac uttered to Rachel, "I feel like I should lick his boots…" She replied, "He is a fearful man…with too much power for a boxing organization president."

"Rachel, could you go out and check on Louis and Annie?" Mac asked, "I want to see if they're awake." The nurse nodded, then replied, "I just do that; I need more coffee anyway. Want anything while I'm out?" The young man shook his head, allowing the nurse to leave the room. Mac turned to look at the window, muttering to himself, "I will do my best to fight hard and long, Mr. Sandman."