17 One-sided massacre...?

I calmly scanned the entire arena. It seems that I wasn't late at all.

"Nava Etrama Di Miki!! Wherever you are! This is the final calling. If you still don't show up, you will be disqualified. I repeat. Nava Etrama Di Miki! Show up on the stage! Everyone is waiting for you!!"

See. Not late at all.

~

[Mamoru Takamura] POV

Hello again my dear spectator who is enjoying seeing me in misery. My name is Mamoru Pissing in my pants Takamura.

I am a pervert. A simp.

My hobby is boxing and sometimes picking fights with others. I am a very arrogant man or at least used to be until I met a guy with dangerously perfect skin, stormy grey eyes with a hint of violet in them, and ombre hair.

Aka, Nava Etrama Di Miki.

Yes, the guy who I have developed a huge fear towards. I even warned my dear friend, Ippo to steer clear of him.

Currently, I am calm, completely calm, and extremely happy. Do you know why? Of course, you don't.

It is because Nava Etrama Di Miki hasn't yet shown up on stage. The announcer, Present Mic has announced his name many times still he hasn't shown up.

It came to the point that I could hear the whispers of people around me.

'Heh. That grandson of Silver Fang was just words.'

'Yeah yeah! Nothing but a stain on the reputation of the number 3 hero.'

'What a wimp.'

'What a pussy.'

'What a motherfucker.'

'Bro...'

'Yeah?'

'How did you know he f*cked my mother?'

'Cuz he f*cked mine?'

'....'

'....'

"Anyway... let's continue.'

'Yeah yeah, need to keep depressing thoughts away.'

'What a mother-'

These guys... they don't know the true horror that is Nava Etrama Di Miki. He is a beast. A demon in the skin of a human.

I still can't forget it. Every time I close my eyes, I can see the eyes of the devil. Blood red, staring into my soul as if it can't wait to burn my soul to ashes.

It is traumatizing. Every time I blink I see a pair of eyes. It is scarier than the mindset of having a joker stare at you your whole life, every second as you pee, as you fap, as you sleep, etc etc.

For the first time, I had a smile on my face despite looking haggard. My sclera was red and I had deep dark circles.

I had been drinking heavy caffeine to prevent me from blinking... I don't know why... I feel sleepier after drinking that shit.

Positive thoughts. Yes. I need positive thoughts. Let's meditate.

Ohhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm's lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Ohhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm's lawwwwwwwww.

Ohhhhhhhhhhmmmmm-

"Oh!! It seems that Miki Etrama Di Nava has finally decided to bless us with his presence!! He is here!! He is here!!"

SON OF A FEMALE HUMAN!

I am not yet ready!!!

Moooommmyyyy!!!!!! Don't come!!!

DADDDYYYYYYYYYYY HELLPPPPPP!!

~

I almost laughed when I heard the sarcasm from Present Mic. I smiled towards the audience. Pretty sure they are happy seeing me.

Why are they throwing popcorn at me? Is this the new trend to welcome an amazing person like me?

Anyways.... let us make our grand entrance perfect now, shall we?

Some imaginary background music, please.

*Heart Will Go On! Play!*

Sniff.. sniff jack and jill went up the hill with me to fetch a pail of water. I don't know what happened there but I and Jill came down with a daughter.

Wait.

This is the wrong theme. Pepeweird:

F*ck it!

Let's just imagine heart will go on with extra snares and death metal.

Hmmm... I am vibing to this.

Now time to wedgie some brat.

"Miki Etrama Di Nava. Thanks for finally showing up." Present Mic said in a loud voice.

I too shouted, equally loud.

"You are welcome!!"

Many people's faces twitched.. or maybe I just hallucinated it.

I could hear the sigh of Present Mic as he spoke again.

"Please get inside the ring."

Following his instructions, I got inside. The first thing I saw was the pale face of Mamoru Takamura. His legs were shivering as a puddle was forming on his pants. Ew man.

Present Mic looked at us and spoke.

"Since we have wasted enough time. There will be no countdown. Let the battle begin!!!"

Mamoru Takamura raised his hand to say something.

"I giv-"

However, I couldn't hear it because I had already closed upon him and crushed his face with a roundhouse kick.

He fell to the floor. Blood bleeding from his nose, teeth flew somewhere I don't know. Anyway... his face was the cliché mutilated one that is in animes.

"What were you saying?" I frowned as I asked him. I bet, I heard him say something.

Sigh.

I hate it when someone doesn't complete their sentence. My curiosity gets over me.

Wanker bitch Mamoru Takamura. Hmph.

"I was s-saying t-that I-I"

Son of a bitch!! Why do you speak at the wrong time! I kicked him on his face again and sent him flying against the ropes.

What an excuse for a boxer.

He slowly raised his hands. Maybe trying to make a peace sign?

I could care less about peace. Peace is never an option, it's a choice.

I stomped on his fingers.

"Aaaaaaaaaaarghhhhghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

Held him by his throat because his voice was going in my ears.

Next time I will do this first, their voice is quite annoying.

Then like a cricket bat, I banged his head onto the ground. Then repeated that..... and repeated that... and repeated that.

Basically, I did it until his body wouldn't be recognized by his own parents.

The entire dome went silent. Everyone stared at the mess of a person and looked at me with shock, anger, and many other negative feelings, and a few positive feelings.

Unlike the ones who come for hardcore bloody fights, there was quite a number of normal people in the audience since this is a tournament airing on live television.

Couples on a date, friends hanging out with their gang.... all looked at me with fear. Their day, ruined.

The amount of blood pouring out was no joke.

It was a mess to see. I could see many people running towards the bathroom and some puking in their seats.

Oh, f*ck! This is going to create a grand puke chain!

I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!!