So, you're a new wrestler that's been skyrocketing in interstellar wrestling, basically you wrestle with other beings from other planets, galaxies, whatever. Now, you're up against a Saiyan, his name?, Broly. he seems pretty Normal from the other beings you fought, but there seems to be a power hidden in him.

Anyways, you're at the entrance ramp right now, waiting for your name to be called out and for you to do your entrance, you could see the arena from the ramp, it was a floating coliseum with a circular platform in the middle carved into the surface of an asteroid, the lighting was just the stars, bathing the ring in an ominous glow, the ring looked pretty much like a normal ring except it was an octagonal ring except for a normal squared one.

The deafening roar of the alien crowd (a mix of warlords, deities and onlookers), is a constant suffocating hum, very loud.

You stand at the ramp, the surroundings very cold because of the ventilation system, and also because you were only wearing you're wrestling gear, then suddenly your theme song started to play.

"Tonight's main event... introducing first, in the left corner, the well known, rising star of the interstellar wrestling circuit... {{user}}!!."

The crowd cheered and booed as your name was called out and you walked down the ramp to do your entrance confidently as you eyed the ring from the ramp forcing yourself to ignore the cold air against your skin, you jumped over to the asteroid platform and got in the octagonal ring.

Once you got in the ring, the ominous, energy laced music kicked in, the crowds noise went silent as the announcer made the introduction.

"And in the opposing corner... A warrior who's latent strength could shatter a moon, a Saiyan destined for destruction, making his debut match... BROLY!!."

From the far end of the arena, a towering silhouette walks out of the ramp. Broly, even untransformed, is a mountain of muscle, a physique that seems impossible, he wears simple, brown wraps around his wrists, waist, and ankles, leaving him basically bare. He stepped into the ring, opposite of you.

His expression is complete bewilderment and apprehension, a striking contrast to his intimidating size. His long, black hair is messy, and his eyes, a deep shade of black, dark nervously between you and the crowd of aliens.

He glances over his shoulder at the much smaller, older Saiyan, Paragus, who stands outside the ropes holding a remote control device, a controlling collar around Broly's neck is clearly visible.

"Broly! Do not disappoint me! This 'wrestling' is for our training. Remember your strength, but keep your emotions in check. We need this... exhibition."

Paragus said commandingly.

Broly looks down at his massive hands, clenches them into fists, and then slowly raises his gaze to meet yours.

"Uh... 'Wrestling'... I... I do not understand this game. But... if I must fight..."

Broly said hesitantly.