PUSHING IT ALL FOR CITTASLAM
The lights were bright, the stage was set, and everything was ready. For some reason there was even a crowd for this. As the mic descended from the ceiling, Kazuya stood in the center, unfazed by all of it. As the light reflected off his white cape and made his blue hair glitter, he grabbed hold of the mic.
"Laaaaaadies aaaaaand Gentlemen! Are all of you ready to Slam? Well I'd hope so because you're in the wrong place otherwise. Tonight we ask you a special question! What makes someone a real man? Is it power? Is it friendship? Or is it sheer slamming force?! We'll settle that age old dispute with this legendary fight!"
As the crowd cheered, Kazuya gave a pause in his 'speech'. If there was one thing he knew it was how to work people. After a few moments, he raised his arm, sending his white cape fluttering, and pointed to one of the two entry ways to the ring.
"In our red corner, we have the Power of Friendship, the Incomprehensible Invigorater, some say he's crazy, some say he's breaking the fourth wall, True Man Saaaaamejimaaaaaaa!"
"Aaaaaand in our blue corner, he's arrogant but charismatic, he's the dominating force of Domino, he'll cut you up with card games, it's the King Jaaaaaack Atlaaaaaas!"
As spotlights shone on the two entree ways, the two contenders for this match entered the arena floor, and the cheers roared even louder. It was finally time. Time, for CittaSlam!
Kaz->Samejima->Jack truemansamejima
