The confident and cocky King strode through the curtains, ready to brawl. Wearing black boots, blue jeans, and a black tee shirt, he slowly put on a set of black finger cut gloves, pulling them tight, as he stared at the hell he was readying to enter. It would be the first time he’d competed in this match, and though he’d fought Charon before- she’d be prepared now, ready for his brutal fighting techniques, which meant he would need to radically rethink his fighting style. That would probably be useless though; as Charon would undoubtedly change her style as well. In any case, he knew something for sure: this wasn’t going to be pretty. The fans cheered and booed, applauded and spit, and yet the Kings pace never ceased. He stepped into the Cell, over the only empty part of the floor, and into the glass chamber. The referee sprinkled glass remnants along the floor that he’d left open for the contestants to pass over.
Gojinn looked at Charon, all other sound blocked out now, and bowed his head slightly. He grinned, looking toward her now, his eyes focused hard.
I’m glad we could at least do this indoors this time. Too bad that it’s probably more dangerous than that pesky lightning bolt that kept me from killing you last time.
“Killing me?”
Gojinn’s eyes seemed to imply that he was indeed telling Charon he would have finished her. Not amused by his antics, Charon simply shrugged it off, until Gojinn rushed her, pulling her shoulders down and towards him, as he ducked to the side, and threw his knee to her gut viciously. She dropped to one knee, as he shoved a hard right fist downward, catching her left cheek…
