Sometime had passed since Marty had been seen in the streets, rumours have it he transferred out from his crew under Tony to Hush's league of super villain's awhile back.

Marty Black crawled his way up the ranks, from a mere street rat to a Boss. 

Marty finally put the drink and narcotics down, taking up boxing when he came across a flyer for the Golden Glove boxing tournament. His first fight in the ring? Astonishing, two rounds it lasted. Knocking out a fellow boxer from Chicago. His technique of choice? Philly shell, let me tell you... It was a sight to see. Between his training sessions and his real work, Marty was able to pull it off becoming a very good earner for his family and able to balance his boxing life. Marty was starting to pull in some heavy dollars. 

Marty's next fight was approaching fast, and this wasn't no run of the mill boxer either... Shane Stetson, heavyweight from Philadelphia. No doubt this man could box. After enduring a brutal fight with Shane, Marty once again produced another clean knockout. Was this luck or what? Marty's third fight approaching will be the deciding factor if he really is a boxer or if he should stick to doing what he knows best. Only time will tell.

I saw a familiar face in the streets...struggling to walk because of a belly full of cheesecake and half eaten apple pie, I approached @MartyBack

Marty, look at you, knockin’ Chicago clowns out like they’re pigeons in the park. Philly shell this, knockout that… Fuggedaboutit, I always knew Queens made legends, but now we got proof.

But let’s be honest...Chicago? Pfft. They got deep-dish pizza and windy streets, we got fat guys who pack more punch than your average wise guy, and gangsters so sharp they’d steal your wallet while you’re busy tying your belt. Keep winnin’ those fights, Marty… just remember, no ring in Chi-town can hold a candle to the chaos we cook up back in Queens

Marty cackled at FatTony's remarks, smirking afterwards as he rests his hands on the side of his hips.

Good to see you haven't changed FatTony, take it easy on them Pizza's pal.

Also, I'm hearing rumours about a pizza meatball sundae? I don't know how the fuck you had that idea but I'm going to swing-by and see this for myself, what time is your store opening? I might need a suit as well.

Marty opens his trench coat reaching for his pack of mellow blues, proceeding to spark his cigarette up as he yaps away with FatTony.