Punch-Out!! Scenarios & Oneshots

Underestimated (Aran Ryan x Short!Boxer!reader)

Requested by: @TerryChantheawesome

Summary: Aran shows up to support you during your fight against Don Flamenco

(This oneshot focuses more on the boxing aspect of the request rather than the shortness of the reader, though it's still brought up and used as a fact about you in the story. I originally wanted to have this as a reaader vs Aran Ryan thing but was having trouble writing that, so I just hinted to it. Hope this was good enough. Might change the title later.)

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"Now entering the ring, challenging Don Flamenco for his title, b/n!" Your name was announced as you slid under the ropes and into the ring with ease, hearing the crowd roar as you stood up and pumped your fists into the air.

"Let's go, wee-bit!" A familiar voice shouted over the rest of the crowd, using a nickname that only one person ever called you. You immediately whipped your head around and scanned the crowd until a tall, redheaded figure came into view, jumping from their spot in the front row.

"Aran? Holy shit! I didn't think you could make it!" You screamed over the crowd with a large grin, running over to the side of the ring to get a closer look at your boyfriend. Aran laughed and responded with, "Are ya kidding me? I wouldn't miss this for the world!"

"Now, without further ado, let's give a warm welcome to Don Flamenco!" The ref announced, moving aside as the self-assured Spanish boxer strutted into the ring, doing his usual introductory dance as someone from the crowd threw him a rose. You and Aran both scoffed at Don's little performance.

"Show that prideful bastard what you're made of!" Aran encouraged from the crowd, you giving a swift nod before walking to the center of the ring, feeing a new sense of confidence rush over you. Don finally cut out his flaunting and looked you up and down with a laugh, shaking his head with a smirk. You already knew why that was. It was a mistake many of your foes made. You couldn't lie, you didn't look threatening at all. You were rather short, barely scratching five feet, and you didn't give off violent vibes, at least compared to your boyfriend. Most people were beyond shocked when you revealed to them your profession. You felt a grin form on your face, glancing back to Aran to see he had also caught on to Don's reaction, signaling to you that this would be an easy fight.

Then the bell rang out, notifying everyone that the match had begun. Don immediately tried to bait you into hitting him, motioning for you to come at him while repeating, "¡Venga, venga!" Aran, who had fought Don before, gave you a few pointers during your training, so you already knew this trick. You decided to comply with Don's request, sending a fast but simple punch towards his face which he quickly dodged and readied his famous uppercut. You were ready for the blow and side stepped to avoid the uppercut, much to the shock of Don before you landed a punch square at his jaw, sending him stumbling back.

"Show that love-sick dope what for!" Your boyfriend shouted over the crowd, clearly angering some Don fans as you heard him starting to argue with someone in the crowd. You laughed a bit at his actions before remembering that you were in a fight, snapping back to reality just in time to avoid a swift blow from Flamenco. Don want back to his uppercut and just like before you dodged it, once again landing a hit to his head sending him soaring to the side. This time you decided to add in an extra hit to his stomach while he was still recovering, sending him back to your left. Then something clicked in your head after you realized how dazed that action made him. Don, now really pissed, went back and started to count before charging at you with his Rose Flurry attack. You dodged the first two hits but stumbled with your footing on the third punch, getting knocked back but you stayed on your feet.

"Manténgase abajo, runt. (Stay down, runt.)" Don grumbled, a proud smirk on his face at finally landing a hit. You growled to yourself and rushed forward, sending a punch that was easily blocked before Don went for another uppercut. Did this guy only know how to throw an uppercut? This time you had an idea to end this match. Just like before, you stepped out of the way of the uppercut and repeated your counterattack from before, this time continuing to hit the dazed boxer back and forth, almost juggling him around the ring. Aran had paused his argument with a few of Don's fangirls when he heard one of them gasp, a wild grin making it's way onto his face when he saw what was going on, laughing at how easily you had countered Flamenco. With one final punch to his stomach, Don stumbled backwards and lost his balance, falling down with a, "Aaay, mi Carmen..." You were expecting Don to get up at least one more time, but your flurry of relentless attacks must have tired him out as he didn't get up, letting the referee count to ten.

"It's over! KO!" The referee announced, motioning with his hands that the fight was over.

"Let's go!!!" Aran praised while jumping into the ring, ignoring the protests from the referee who simply gave up. Aran ran up to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your hips, picking you up with ease.

"You beat the confidence out of that guy! I knew you could do it!!" Aran laughed as you playfully hit him until he put you down. That's when you realized you could now participate in the World Circuit fights, turning to Aran with an evil grin.

"That means I get to fight your crazy ass." You comment, Aran's face twisting into one of confusion until it finally clicked in his head. HIs expression quickly shifted to a similar, mischievous grin.

"I hope your prepared to lose then, shorty!" He boosted, earning a swift punch to the gut.

"Fuck you, Aran."