There is a part of the Susukino District where not many people go. It's a place where people come to be entertained, engrossed, enraptured, and entranced. It is also a place of violence, smoke, booze, and sin. Some people call it an abhorrence and a blight; however, others insist that it is one of the most fun places in all of Kumogakure. It's not quite a shop, but they do sell goods here. Money definitely exchanges between hands. Nestled into a bit of an alley, a pair of heavy metal doors—directly below a red neon sign that reads '21+'—stand guard against all those who might wish to enter inside. They are like a Herculean test—claim the prize inside, if only you can open these gates! Entering inside, one can instantly feel the change in temperature, the thick and musty air fills one's lungs in an unfamiliar way. A dust seemed to linger in the air. Murmurs and chatter were not all that quiet, and a definite buzzing existed as people's conversations mixed and blended together. Men and women were both here, though they all seemed to be dressed in a formal way. Men wore suits and women wore dresses. The men had glasses of whiskey, rum, scotch, gin, i.e., anything hard and strong they could get their hands on. The women typically had something lighter—a glass of wine, perhaps? They all sat at tables, scattered all around a square shaped ring at the center of the room. Suddenly, the lights went out. The crowd grew quiet.
A single light, centered in the middle of the ring, provided the only light in the whole room. The people began to clap, cheering the situation on. It didn't take long before a finely dressed man with a fancy looking mustache climbed up onto the stage and walked into the light. The cheering intensified as a microphone descended down from, seemingly, nowhere. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you on behalf of everyone at the 'Cloud Nine Bar' for being out here tonight!" The announcer allowed the audience's applause to grow and multiply. This wasn't his first time doing this. He knew how to rile up an audience. "Tonight, we have a very special event. Our reigning champion will take on the fastest advancing challenger we've ever seen! In this corner, let's welcome our champion: the toughest, the fastest, and the greatest mixed martial arts boxer we've ever had here! Let's give it up for KYOURAN THE TERRIBLE!" The crowd broke into a thunderous cheering, having been whipped up into a small frenzy by the veteran announcer. As they did, a hulking man came out onto the stage. At least six feet and five inches tall, the man had a frame that was hulking and quite intimidating. It was pretty obvious why he was the champion.
"And let's not forget his challenger ladies and gentlemen! For tonight's match, I present to you the newcomer, the rookie, and most certainly the underdog. For your entertainment, I present THE IRON FIST!" A modest applause was had for the challenger as he entered the stage. He was a skinny guy, though almost as tall as the champion. His body was lean and a little muscular, but nothing too amazing. His white tuft of hair stood out well enough. As the two boxers approached the middle of the ring, the announcer readied himself to move out of the ring. The two men hit their gloves against each other as a sign of respect before retreating to their corners to prepare. As the newcomer turned around to begin the match, he looked like he had a steely determination about him. Something in his eyes was uncompromising and fierce, despite the clear difference in size. No matter what was to happen, it would be an interesting match. From the safety of the side lines, the announcer would allow this fight to simmer down. "Gentlemen, let's have a good and clean fight here, okay? On my command..." This was it, then? Koro couldn't go back now, so he supposed that he'd have to give it all that he had. Alright then. The sounds of the crowd faded away. His eyes trained themselves onto his opponent. He was ready. "Let's do this."
A single light, centered in the middle of the ring, provided the only light in the whole room. The people began to clap, cheering the situation on. It didn't take long before a finely dressed man with a fancy looking mustache climbed up onto the stage and walked into the light. The cheering intensified as a microphone descended down from, seemingly, nowhere. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you on behalf of everyone at the 'Cloud Nine Bar' for being out here tonight!" The announcer allowed the audience's applause to grow and multiply. This wasn't his first time doing this. He knew how to rile up an audience. "Tonight, we have a very special event. Our reigning champion will take on the fastest advancing challenger we've ever seen! In this corner, let's welcome our champion: the toughest, the fastest, and the greatest mixed martial arts boxer we've ever had here! Let's give it up for KYOURAN THE TERRIBLE!" The crowd broke into a thunderous cheering, having been whipped up into a small frenzy by the veteran announcer. As they did, a hulking man came out onto the stage. At least six feet and five inches tall, the man had a frame that was hulking and quite intimidating. It was pretty obvious why he was the champion.
"And let's not forget his challenger ladies and gentlemen! For tonight's match, I present to you the newcomer, the rookie, and most certainly the underdog. For your entertainment, I present THE IRON FIST!" A modest applause was had for the challenger as he entered the stage. He was a skinny guy, though almost as tall as the champion. His body was lean and a little muscular, but nothing too amazing. His white tuft of hair stood out well enough. As the two boxers approached the middle of the ring, the announcer readied himself to move out of the ring. The two men hit their gloves against each other as a sign of respect before retreating to their corners to prepare. As the newcomer turned around to begin the match, he looked like he had a steely determination about him. Something in his eyes was uncompromising and fierce, despite the clear difference in size. No matter what was to happen, it would be an interesting match. From the safety of the side lines, the announcer would allow this fight to simmer down. "Gentlemen, let's have a good and clean fight here, okay? On my command..." This was it, then? Koro couldn't go back now, so he supposed that he'd have to give it all that he had. Alright then. The sounds of the crowd faded away. His eyes trained themselves onto his opponent. He was ready. "Let's do this."