Leonardo and Jack are seen sitting in the stands. Leonardo is shaking in excitement. Jack chuckles.
- "Well, you're excited aren't you."
- "Of course I am! That was the most intense first match I've ever seen. I can't wait to see what the other fights will be like, and I certainly can't wait to fight these monstrous fighters!"
Leonardo says, like a kid in the candy store. Narso, Bartolomew, and Josol are currently watching from a screen in the infirmary.
- "Wow…"
Narso looks at the screen in amazement.
- "He really is the strongest boxer. I wish to face him one day."
- "Are you crazy? You'd lose almost instantly."
- "Hey, who said I'm not going to train for that?"
Josol looks at the screen, realizing who's up next.
- "Hey, what do you guys think of wrestling? Not my wrestling, but professional wrestling?"
Narso and Bartolomew look at each other before answering.
- "It's entertaining, but it's a sham"
- "It's kind of a shame that not one, but two frauds were able to get into the tournament."
- "Now, if two frauds could make it, what does that make us?"
Josol says in a serious tone. Narso and Bartolomew look ashamed.
- "From what I can tell, both Damian Killa and Logan Lucas are way beyond the average fighter. Professional wrestling may look like a joke to fighters like us, but just being in this tournament is proof of strength. No way a fraud would be able to get in if that was the case."
Narso and Bartolomew took those words to heart.
- "Anyway, let's just be quiet and watch, I've been a fan of this guy since I was a kid, and I honestly can't believe that he's really here to fight in the tournament to decide the strongest."
Meanwhile, Francisco, Waldemar, and Jitae are also watching from the stands.
- "That boxer kid has the Silver Eyes."
Jitae says.
- "Mhm, but it won't be of use against a professional wrestler. The Silver Eyes show their user their opponent's weak spot, or where their guard is down, but as we all know, professional wrestlers never guard."
- "Now it's time for round 1, match 2! Enter, Jacob "The Dark Wolf" Santos versus Damian "The Thriller Killer" Killa!"
The fighters enter the arena. Jacob enters calmly, while Damian, with a big smile on his face, is hyping up the arena with hand gestures. The spectators are chanting "Thriller Killer." Damian isn't even looking at his opponent, which ticks him off.
- "Hey, Damian! To the center!"
The referee shouts.
- "Oh right, sorry!"
Damian gets into position and has a stare down with Jacob.
[https://imgur.com/KCWXnn7 - Illustration of the stare down]
- "I know you get this a lot, but I'll destroy your fraud ass."
- "First time for everything."
- "Fighters are you ready!?"
Damian, still with a smirk, looks down at Jacob.
- "I was born ready."
Jacob, looking up, also smiling.
- "Me too."
The fighters get into their fighting stance.
- "Then…BEGIN!!!"
Jacob backs off immediately as the fight starts. He looks confused.
- "What the hell? My eyes should be able to see his weaknesses so why…why is his whole body covered in weaknesses? Is this a joke?"
- "What's wrong kiddo?"
Jacob, off-guard, gets hit with a massive forearm punch, knocking him down.
- "Ohh! Damian hits him with a massive forearm strike!"
- "You feeling down?"
Jacob clicks his teeth as he gets back up.
- "I'm fine thank you, and we're only a few years apart."
- "In age, sure, but the gap between us in terms of experience is more than you can fathom!"
Damian tries to anger Jacob, before going in with a massive barrage of punches. Jacob parries and blocks, but Damian's strikes are heavy. Jacob dodges the last one and clocks Damian right in the face with a hook to the jaw. Damian gets knocked back a bit, before spitting blood.
- "A massive hit to Damian's face, but he's still up!!"
- "This can't be all you've got right?"
- "Shut the hell up!"
Jacob recomposes himself. He realizes Damian is trying to rile him up so that he will make a mistake. He takes a deep breath before rushing in with an all-out attack. Jabs! Straights! Hooks! Body blows! Damian keeps his guard open, being showered with this number of attacks, yet he never blocks. Jacob stops, as he realizes that he's only injuring himself and wasting his own stamina. Damian is bloody and bruised, but he still has his iconic smile on. Damian goes for his own barrage of punches, but Jacob blocks, parries and dodges once more.
- "What a heated exchange of blows this is! Yet Damian has taken all the damage!"
Damian sneaks a grab within the barrage of strikes.
- "Martial artists are so coddled. You should be glad that you can block!"
He shouts, as he throws him into the air. Jacob breaks the fall but is still injured by it. Jacob once again takes a deep breath.
- "You're quite strong, but I still don't acknowledge you."
- "Heh, at least someone out there knows how strong I really am."
Jacob gets into a southpaw stance. Damian stays the same, with an open guard. Jacob jabs with his left, landing square on Damian's jaw. Damian doesn't buckle. Jacob realizes that shaking the brain is the best way to deal with an opponent like this. He goes in for a hook to the temple, but Damian braces for the impact. It affects him, but he grabs Jacob's right hand. Jacob tries to make him let go by hitting him repeatedly with his left, but Damian grabs that too. Damian then goes in for a headbutt, sending Jacob flying.
- "Oh!! And a headbutt straight into Jacob's nose!"
Jacob's nose popped; blood is gushing out at an alarming rate. Jacob hit Damian with multiple fight-ending blows, yet he still stands, with his black-and-white face paint mixing with the crimson blood coming from his nose and mouth, he still smiles. Jacob has never met a man like this; a fighter who never blocks yet still stands in his way. Jacob grows tired and decides that hit and run tactics are his best bet. He goes in for a straight and then backs off. He goes in again for a hook to the jaw, and once again backs off. Jacob repeats this pattern a few more times.
- "Jacob is hitting him from every angle! Yet Damian still stands!"
Jacob is hitting a person, yet all that goes through his mind when he hits Damian is that of a large and weathered rock. Despite the time and seasons, the rock still stands.
- "Just go down already!"
Jacob shouts, moving in again for another hook, but this time he gets clocked in the face with a lariat, sending him to the ground.
- "A lariaaaaaaaaaaaaat! Jacob's gonna feel that tomorrow for sure!"
Jacob lays on the floor, trying to regain as much stamina as he can, before rolling away as Damian crashes down with an elbow drop. Damian gets up from his move and then continues to taunt Jacob into attacking him. Jacob reminisces about his coach. He reminds himself that he underwent specific training to not get baited by taunts like this.
- "I didn't punch my way to the top just to be beaten by an actor!"
Damian braces for impact as Jacob goes for one final rush. Despite his rage, he was very precise, aiming for vital spots such as the philtrum, the jaw, the throat, the jugular, the solar plexus, and the liver. In this final rush, it seemed like Jacob was reminded of the hardships he faced as a Filipino-American kid in an abusive household. He started crying in the middle of the match. While he was getting pummeled by the fists of the cruiserweight world champion, Damian kept his guard down and his smile bright.
- "I can tell you've been through a lot, but!"
Damian, grabs Jacob's arms once more. His knuckles have been worn down and are now bleeding.
- "You're not the only one!"
He hits a front kick, knocking Jacob back. Jacob puts his guard up, as Damian goes in for a cross chop, which breaks Jacob's guard. He goes for an overhand punch, which temporarily stuns Damian. Jacob puts some distance between them. He looks at Damian, now even more beaten and bruised than before, yet still shining so brightly. Damian strikes a pose, with his fists on his hips and his chest out.
- "What a monster Damian is! Once again, he still stands despite taking even more hits than before!"
- "Come on, I'm not done yet!"
Damian, despite being beaten to a bloody pulp, hasn't exhausted that much stamina at all, meanwhile Jacob was nearing his limit. Jacob smiles in reply to Damian's taunt.
- "I take back everything I've said. You're amazing."
He says before he hits a super winded up overhand right. Once again Damian doesn't dodge or block.
- "It's over."
Damian kicks him away to get some distance.
- "Wait, could this be-!?"
Damian runs towards Jacob, who is still smiling. Damian hits a chokeslam on Jacob, knocking him out.
- "CHOKESLAM!!!!!!! AND IT SEEMS LIKE JACOB IS OUT!!!"
The referee goes to check on Jacob to confirm whether he lost consciousness or not. The referee then calls a stretcher.
- "And the winner is…DAMIAN "THE THRILLER KILLER" KILLA!!!"
The crowd goes wild. They are chanting "Thriller Killer" once again. Damian, while still bloody and beaten, raises a victory pose, showing off his bright smile and large muscles. He walks toward his entrance, before falling to his knees and coughing up blood.
- "Are you watching this master?"
He mutters to himself before picking himself back up. He limps all the way to the infirmary.
- "That guy is crazy."
Leonardo says, talking about Damian.
- "Types like him don't last in tournament settings, but I must say he was cool."
- "He displayed an awesome amount of trust and loyalty to his martial art and used its weaknesses to his advantage, grabbing the boxer multiple times while he was in the middle of a barrage despite him being much slower than the boxer was. The boxer's eyes weren't of much help either as far as I can tell."
- "His eyes? What do you mean?"
As Jack explains to Leonardo the Silver Eyes, the next fighters start preparing for their fight. In the changing rooms, Katsuya puts on his Karate gi. Someone chuckles.
- "You're seriously putting on your gi?"
Katsuya looks back. It's Petro Volkov, his opponent.
- "It'll just be a disadvantage, especially against a grappler like me."
Katsuya smiles.
- "I have faith in my martial art, plus this is where I'm most comfortable."
Petro clicks his tongue in disagreement.
- "Whatever, I'll show you that Karate is a thing of the past, and that not even your self-proclaimed "Katsuya-style" of Karate is going to do you any good."
Katsuya, once again smiles.
- "You're free to try. Nothing you could ever say will shake my belief in Karate."
- "You're quite stubborn, aren't you?"
- "If you want me to believe you, you're going to have to beat me, and honestly you won't."
- "What did you say?"
- "You're not going to beat me."
- "I will end you."
- "You'll die trying."
The two separate before a fight could break out. They head off to their respective entrances.