It's Crunching Time

Hi, my name is Crunch

I was walking home from college, the normal amount of insults being thrown at me as I walked to my "house". How I'm a loner and all that lot. But while I walk let me not be so rude and introduce myself. I'm Josh, I'm a kick boxer, force on by my "dad". I live a complicated life. My mother and farther left me in a old warehouse with crap and whatever, funded me to go to college, to learn to fight. And work my way to their level. Yeah...I don't know either. But yeah not your everyday 17 year old life.

I got home finally, the warehouse, I've made it look more like a garage. A bed in the corner and all I need to the live, like food, not far away. Aside all my crumbling walls and shitty home. I have him. I lifted off a cover from a large object. A large object? Maybe I should say my very own fighting machine. He was green, had a much larger and rounded upper body than lower. Hulking arms and a huge chest, only because he was fusion powered, a little out dated by about 300 years but effective...I hope. His rounded head was for protection. I made him tough and durable. His build was focused on boxing over any other fighting style. He was my dad's old robot. Only my dad used a controller for him, I was going to use a Exo Suit. So he could follow my movements, if he chose too. I gave him modification. I wanted him to feel emotions, have a sense of feeling and we'll I had to make it so he felt pain. Tournament rules which sucks. The Exo Suit is originally designed to lift heavy stuff but too hell with that. They are armoured arms and legs to help with lifting. I had a few more touches to add to "Crunch" before he was ready. Just a tad of graffiti here and their. A few words on each shoulder saying "Punch here" and on his chest it said "Try here" and on his fists it said "My turn". But they needed to be redone. It doesn't take long for me to ready the paint and get to work. But half way through I take note I haven't even tested him out yet...

I had to plug a few plugs in here and there but nothing over the top. I walked to a switch in the wall. Pulling it slowly. The lights went out and back on in seconds, you could here the sparks going off inside the wires. The lights flickered, and one burst...But soon it all stopped, the room going back to normal. And Crunch? Still...Just sitting there. I get fusion powered...But with all the modifications it should have brought him back to us...No...Guess I'll have to do it the hard way...I walked over the my bed, switching the lights off. Screw it, I needed sleep. But then I heard a bang. Something was in here...I turned around looking about. But all I saw was this blue light, a hound got in...I dove under the bed, my Exo suit too far away. I just had to hope. But then another extremely load bang was hear. I jumped at the sound, but the blue light was just gone all of a sudden. I heard footsteps, loud, machine like foot steps. And then, in the most stereotypical robot voice you could think of, a slightly high pitch metallic sound, the word "Punch" was sounded. I got out from the bed, rushed to the light switch and turned the lights on. There he was, just staring at me...Crunch, standing there as if he'd done nothing wrong...I mean he hadn't but...He slowly walked over, his arms locked in a readied boxing stance. He looked down at me, he was around 8 foot something tall. He tilted his head. I put my fist out for a fist bump, something I did with him and my dad as a kid. "Names Josh, if you recall buddy"
He looked at my fist, soon it met his own. "Name recognised...My name is Crunch...I like to punch"
I couldn't help but smile. "I know buddy...I've missed ya"