"This... is ridiculous."
Souhei shifted his weight restlessly from one leg to the other, trying to loosen up for the big moment. It wasn't working."Look kid, don't worry, it's all fake! You'll get in their, throw a few grapples his way, make it look good, and he'll fold! These guys are just a bunch of fakers next to you, my shining pupil!"
The 'manager' took a more serious tone suddenly, his eyes glinted cold fact. "Besides, you still have yet to settle you-""I'm fully aware of my debt Kiyumamaru."
Souhei bit the words out, trying to silence the older man. It was easy for him to say, he wasn't about to be the one getting slapped around a ring with a crowd of people watching. Where was the honor in this?!
Souhei peered past the curtain, testing the waters before emerging. The ramp was a long one, the trip to the ring longer still. Assaulted by the angry jeers of a crowd who were already fans of the other fighter, Souhei bore it in silence, back straight and head high, the bearing of a warrior."Souhei, of the Seisen Clan."
His voice was cold and quiet. True, inside he was a boiling pot of emotions, but at the moment, he had stilled every inner conflict for this moment. It was eat or be eaten time.
Bright green analytical eyes surveyed the other man, while his a gloved hand swept white bangs behind an ear. The 'King', as he was called, was a big man, taller than Souhei by a great deal, meaning the reach advantage was with him, as well as the power of his strikes. Souhei would have to rely on speed and his technical ability likely."I apologize for the breach in etiquette, but what are the rules to this engagement? The... details were left incomplete by my master."
Under the roar of the crowd, either King would have to be a lip reader, or he wouldn't have heard Souhei at all. And as that thought occured to Souhei, the anouncer cried out something about the match beginning...