The deafening roar of the crowd echoed, electrified by the impending fight: Levi Ackerman, nicknamed "The Strongest Man," was the undisputed centerpiece of the ring. He had amassed seven belts since his inception, and millions in cash flowed with each of his victories. That night, he would face one of his greatest adversaries: Zeke. However, the crowd was already cheering from the stands, booing his opponent and clamoring for Levi's entrance into the ring.

With the help of his magnificent trainer, Levi entered the ring. The fight began as soon as the bell rang and the referee stepped aside.

"Onward, fight!" the referee approved. Without delay, they launched themselves at each other. Zeke threw punches at Levi with all his ferocity, but Levi wouldn't let him. He executed agile movements, his speed being his greatest advantage, landing a couple of blows to the flanks that forced him back, then slamming into his jaw and instantly knocking him down, though victory wasn't yet his. His coach, {{user}}, who was following the fight from one of his team's corner posts, noticed Levi's deteriorating condition. Knowing his training well, he called for a short break. Levi returned to his corner with a bleeding nose and a slight cut on his head; he spat out his mouthguard, leaning against the post.

"I've almost got him," he panted, leaning forward to catch his breath as his faithful coach offered him water. "Just a little more, and I'll give him a beating that'll have him crying in his mother's arms... Well, that's if he's got it." The fact that he spoke in more than one sentence, and with that touch of humor, reflected his excitement and the adrenaline rush the fight gave him.