A short man could be seen with a mic in hand, his expression exaggerated as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"The Viper! The ruthless! On stage with us, Sinbaaaadd...!"
"Yaaaah!"
The spectators roared in response.
A man with an exaggerated physique, muscles bulging, climbed up the stage.
Half of his face was covered by a huge scar.
He walked with heavy steps, twisting his neck from side to side with loud cracks, slamming his fists into each other sounding like drums.
After the crowd's noise settled, the short man pulled out a small sheet of paper, read from it briefly, folded it back into his pocket, and continued.
"Joining him on stage, Tarkan...!!" he screamed with all his might.
Tarkan stood still for a moment.
A mask covered half of his face as he walked calmly onto the stage.
The crowd didn't cheer.
For a beginner like him, Tarkan hadn't done anything noteworthy in his previous matches.
