A short man with a stubbly mustache starts cracking his knuckles and stretching.
- "Mr. Miguel Romero, your match is up."
He gets up ready to leave.
- "Australia's Atlas, eh? Let's see if he can live up to the hype."
He enters the arena where Logan Lucas is waiting for him. He's standing there, hands to his hips, smiling.
- "And now, round 1, match 14! Logan "Australia's Atlas" Lucas versus Miguel "Bull-Slayer" Romero!"
Miguel looks up at Logan and smiles.
- "You really are taller in person."
He says. Logan smirks.
- "I've seen your boxing matches. Even without the warning from Mr. Genryuuzan, I already knew that you were a force to be reckon with."
- "Why thank you, let's have a nice match."
- "Fighters are you ready!?"
The two take their fighting stance. Logan takes an open stance, a stance which foregoes defense in favor of offense. Miguel takes an orthodox boxing stance. The fighters nod, and the referee takes it as a sign of their readiness.
- "Then…BEGIN!!!"
Logan starts the fight with a wide-swing lariat, but Miguel ducks under and counters with a clean uppercut to the jaw. Logan takes the shot and proceeds to grab Miguel. He throws him across the arena. Miguel lands on his feet, but Logan is quick with the follow-up, throwing a kick straight at his face. Miguel dodges and counters with a 1-2 combo to Logan's face.
- "Damn! Miguel's looking to take down Logan fast with all these headshots I see!"
Miguel goes for a hook, but Logan once again eats the shot. He then grabs Miguel and slams him to the ground. Miguel is shaken.
- "A body slam! Miguel's gonna want to get out of the ground quick!"
Logan jumps high into the air and performs a backflip.
- "No way, a MOONSAULT!!! MIGUEL'S GONNA DIE!"
Miguel rolls away and gets up in time. Logan hits the ground, injuring himself. Miguel, not one to waste the opportunity, sends a mean right hook to Logan's temple. Logan is shaken, but he gets up and counters with an elbow straight towards Miguel's face. He's sent back.
- "Damn! I expected this from Logan, but Miguel's tanking all those heavy hits too!"
Miguel spits out blood and smiles. Logan gets back into position.
- "This guy's tough. For someone who's not even 80kg, he sure packs a punch, and he knows how to take them with minimal damage too."
Logan thinks to himself before grinning.
- "This is fun!"
Logan shouts as he runs in for a tackle. Miguel sidesteps and counters with a massive hook to the temple once again. Logan is hurt, but he pushes through the pain. He gets Miguel in a headlock.
- "Oh, a headlock! Wait, does this mean Logan is setting up for…"
Logan jumps backwards, driving Miguel's head onto the floor.
- "DDT!!!!!!!!!!!! How's Miguel going to recover from this one!?"
Logan picks Miguel up by the leg, thinking that he's unconscious. Miguel's eyes open and he immediately rocks him with a straight to Logan's eye. Logan lets go of Miguel and covers his eye in pain. Miguel's bleeding from his head.
- "Miguel's taken heavy damage! But now's his time to strike while Logan's recovering from that devastating eye shot!"
Miguel backs off.
- "What's this!? He's not going for it!"
Logan takes his hand off his bleeding eye.
- "And here I thought that would work."
Miguel shakes his head.
- "Acting is a big part of professional wrestling; the fight would've been in your favor if I chose to push."
Logan smiles and raises both of his arms up in joy.
- "That's right mate! Now, let's get back to the fight, shall we?"
Miguel wipes the blood from his eyes.
- "We shall."
Miguel goes on the initiative with a straight, but Logan ducks under and hits him with a double kick that sends Miguel into the air.
- "WHAT!? LOGAN JUST SENT MIGUEL FLYING!"
Logan crouches, preparing for a high jump. He leaps into the air and attempts to grab Miguel, but Miguel hits him with an overhead right. Miguel lands on his feet while Logan comes crashing down.
- "An aerial battle! And it looks like Miguel comes out on top!"
Logan shakes his head.
- "Bloody hell you're amazing."
Miguel raises his eyebrow.
- "Me? You're the one who sent me flying."
- "I guess, but I've never been counter-attacked up there, so it came as a real shocker."
The two once again get into position. Both fighters have received extensive damage, but Miguel seems to have it worse.
Miguel was a bullfighter, but he wanted more than that. He started boxing decently late, at 20 years old, but he was a prodigy. He easily rose to the throne of the champions. Eventually, no one in his weight class could even hold a candle to him, but that wasn't enough for him. He would come to challenge those above his weight class. He would go on to destroy heavyweight boxers in the public scene, but at some point, he stopped getting fights.
"There's no point in fighting a man below my weight class. It would ruin my image." "I'm not even getting paid for this, why should I?" "He should just fight others in his own weight class." He heard many things along those lines, mostly from those above his weight class.
"Against the Bull Slayer? No thank you." "He beats people above our weight class, what makes you think I wanna fight that?" "I'd rather die than be shamed against a man like that." He heard many things along those lines, from those in his weight class.
Could you imagine that? A fighter who can't get a fight. There was no one who would want to challenge him, and there was no one who would accept his challenges. Around this time, he heard about Paraiso. It was like heaven for him. No weight classes, and no holds barred. He became a fan favorite in this arena, but at the same time he tasted defeat for the first time, at the hands of the man they call the strongest, Jitae Won.
Miguel's fighting spirit burned ever brighter, he had now tasted defeat, but now? Now he wanted revenge. He joined the tournament to face Jitae Won once more.
Logan looks around the arena and stands still. He looks at the spectators and raises his hands up.
- "Is everyone having fun!?"
He shouts. The crowd cheers.
- "That's just what I wanted to hear!"
He says before heartily laughing.
- "Quite the entertainer, aren't you?"
Miguel says jokingly.
- "I like being strong, but for me there's no point in strength if you can't show it off!"
Logan shouts in reply.
Logan wasn't always a strong man. He was quite a weak child who was more interested in science than in fighting. He remembered thinking that professional wrestling was "savage" and "barbaric." One day he and his friends were mugged by a bunch of guys. He would've lost his belongings, but then the would-be muggers were slammed to the ground. A large, muscular man was responsible for this.
- "You kids, run! I'll deal with this."
The man said. Logan's friends ran off, but he stayed to watch from a distance. The man tried to fight off the group, but one of them pulled out a knife. While distracted fighting off three men, the armed one was about to stab him, but Logan impulsively grabbed the man. The muscular man saw this and instantly swatted his opponent away and immediately turned to rock the other one right in his face.
- "That was brave kid you did a good job, but please next time, leave it to the professionals."
He said with a smile.
The police came and escorted Logan back to his home. Later, Logan found out that the man who saved him and his friends was a professional wrestler. He realized how cool it was, and so decided to become one as well, but that didn't stop him from being a man of science. He became a wildlife enthusiast as well as a professional wrestler. Although he had an unfortunate encounter with a crocodile, leading to a part of his traps to get bitten off, it was like his strength never wavered. He built up his strength and was eventually invited into this Grand Tournament.
Logan rushes in with a lariat, Miguel steps to the side and hits him in the jaw. Logan tries to go for a clothesline, but Miguel hits him two more times. Logan's legs start wobbling.
- "Logan's getting peppered with strikes to jaw, his brain must be feeling like jelly right now!"
Logan tries to go again, but Miguel rolls it off his shoulder and once again hits him in the jaw. Logan's really feeling it now. He drops to his knees.
- "And Australia's Atlas is on his knees! Is it the end for him!?"
Miguel follows up with an uppercut, but Logan pushes forth and grabs him. Miguel tries to get him off by punching him repeatedly in the jaw, and temple. He raises him overhead and throws him onto the ground.
- "Miguel's down once again! Will he be able to recover!"
Logan falls backwards.
- "What!? Logan is down too! Looks like those blows to the head are really having an effect!"
The two get up once more. Logan's vision is blurred, but it seems like that last throw injured Miguel's arm.
Damian, in the infirmary, watches on.
- "This is the final quarter."
He says.
Logan rushes in and swings. Miguel dodges. He throws a couple more, Miguel's avoiding them like the plague. Logan steps on Miguel's foot to keep him from moving. He throws a wide swing; Miguel parries and launches a wide swing of his own at Logan's face. He steps off and is sent back.
- "A massive counter! And it looks like Miguel is ready to follow up!"
Logan smiles.
- "Ah…I've lost."
Miguel launches a flurry of head punches. With each punch Logan's brain is rattling around his skull. After quite a bunch of punches, Miguel stops, and Logan is still standing.
- "What a beast."
Miguel says.
- "Thanks."
Logan falls as he passes out. The referee grabs Miguel's arm and raises it.
- "And the winner is…MIGUEL "THE BULL SLAYER" ROMERO!!!"
Miguel spits out blood and Logan regains consciousness.
- "Let's go to the infirmary together amigo."
Miguel reaches out his hand. Logan grabs it and he stands up.
- "Thanks."
The two head to the infirmary.