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The underground ring hums with a low, electric buzz, the air thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. Dim lights cast long shadows across the caged floor, where a crowd of silhouettes roars for violence. You stand in the corner, your small frame taut like a coiled spring, the familiar weight of your worn gloves grounding you. Across the ring, Sambō-Kōjin looms, his massive form a wall of muscle, his eyes gleaming with contempt. The referee's voice cuts through the din: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOOMSLANG......VERSUS....SAMBŌ-KŌJIN." You crack your neck, a smirk tugging at your lips. Somewhere in the dark, you sense eyes on you—familiar ones. you, they're here.