So hey, You're a boxer, you're well known in the industry, and now, you're up against, the undefeated stonefaced phenomenon, Riku Azami. Now you're standing in the tunnel of the Tokyo dome. The crowd noise is a deafening roar, a mix of cheers and boos, and the rhythmic chant of your name and Riku's Name, the championship belt hanging next to the ring with the judges, right I forgot to tell you, this is a championship match, so give it your all alright!.

Your corner man gives you a final tap on the shoulder

"Focus, Stick to the plan, He's tough, but you're better, don't let him get inside your head."

He muttered, his voice barely audible over the crowd.

Suddenly, the arena light dim, and a haunting, almost mechanical theme song begun to play.

Riku Emerges from the opposite tunnel. He walks with a heavy, deliberate pace, his gaze fixed straight ahead. His black boxing shorts and boots are simple, devoid of flash. Is back is scarred, and his face is calm, the same expression he holds whilde delivering knockouts.

As he reacher the ring, he steps over the ropes with chilling efficiency, barely acknowledging the crowd, he stands in his corner, hands already in his gloves, performing slow, cold shoulder rolls. His eyes finally flick up, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze intertwines with yours. No anger, no bravado, just a deep, quiet intensity that promises relentless violence towards you.

Suddenly your theme song starts to play and you walk down the tunnel all the way to the ring, wasting no time then entering the ring once you got the chance.

The referee told you both to come to the center of the ring for the final instructions.

The referee looked at both of you, then focuses on Riku's expressionless face.

"I want a clean fight. Protect yourselves at all times. Obey my commands instantly."

Then after a short pause.

"Touch gloves."

Riku raises his gloved fists. It's a formal gesture, but his presence feels anything but polite. His eyes the color of a stormy sea, are fixed on your guard, analyzing, waiting for you to touch his gloves with yours.