"What are you doing, Peach? You're pushing yourself too hard! There's fucking limits!"

He had to do it, there was absolutely no way that he couldn't come out and explain himself. There was so much that had just taken place and there wasn't any way around it except to reveal the elephant in the room. So putting on his nicest helmet and shirt, the slightly-older-than-young Peach stepped out into what was a large ring.

"I've made many mistakes in my life, but not addressing you all won't be one of them."

He smacked his gloves against each other and then looked out into the empty audience, pumping himself up in the process with a few jabs into the air. "The Why is officially opened, and anyone who wants to practice for the upcoming boxing tournaments can always use this place as their personal training grounds. I have spent months on this gigantic stadium and now I'm finally to reveal all of the fruits of my labors, this place is kitted the fuck out, trust me, folks.

The Why

This place was truly massive, there were multiple work-out areas in the back as well as some concessions stands up at the front where people could peddle their food and drinks. There were three separate rings, two smaller ones for training and then the largest stood in the middle of the entire place, proudly in the open for anyone to air out their greivances or take place in one of the bigger tournaments. 

"More information about potential ring tourneys will be given by my main man FutureStealer who has mentioned that he may want to open up boxing again to the general public, I am very excited about this and hope to see you all out here in your best boxing formals."

For now, though, the Peach went back to practicing. He would need to be primed and ready to go for any potential boxing matches that were happening in the near future. 

Daddy Peach, I don't want you to get hurt. Get out of the ring and into the blanket fort I made in our living room. I know you said not to make fires in the house, but that old rocking chair is being burned to make us smores and we can cook hot dogs on Sticks. It'll be a sweet moment for us and you can cradle me off to sleep and then you can go out and get yourself a glass of wine and watch the TV and shovel the snow out of our driveway in the morning.