The arena roared like an ancient beast.
Tens of thousands filled the coliseum, banners whipping under the heat of blinding floodlights. Italy hadn't seen a spectacle this primal in decades — a stadium reborn for blood, pride, and currency.
$20,000 — The Grand Championship.
The crowd was already drunk on noise and sweat when Lacolone stepped into the light.
He moved with calm precision — no theatrics, no raised arms, only quiet confidence. His footsteps echoed as if the world itself held its breath. Across from him, a mountain of muscle approached: the Giant Wrestler, veins bulging, skin glistening like iron.
"You are dead meat," the giant sneered, flexing.
Lacolone's reply was soft, mocking — yet sharp enough to slice through the entire arena.
"The dead meat," he said, "is about to put you through a humiliation ritual."
For a second, silence. Then the stands exploded — laughter, insults, raised middle fingers, the collective howl of a crowd eager for cruelty.
Lacolone's eyes, however, stayed still — cold and deliberate.
> "I guess I insulted their holy thing…"
"But I'm about to desecrate it."
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The Fall of the Giant
The referee's hand sliced through the air.
"BEGIN!"
The Giant charged — a wall of flesh and fury. The arena vibrated with his steps. He swung with all the confidence of a man who had never missed.
But Lacolone was already gone.
A breath, a blur — and he was inside the giant's reach. His foot planted perfectly on the brute's jaw, spinning him backward. The crack echoed like a thunderclap.
Sweat. Spit. Silence.
Then the Giant's colossal frame crumpled, shaking the ring with its fall.
The referee froze, eyes wide.
"Winner… Lacolone!"
The crowd fell dead quiet. A moment of disbelief — then eruption.
"LACOLONE! LACOLONE!" they chanted, the same mouths that had cursed him moments ago. Banners tore, new ones rose, chaos replaced unity.
The former champion was dragged away like discarded flesh.
Lacolone wiped the dust from his boot and grinned.
Somewhere in the stands, Maya and Jessica exchanged silent glances.
In the shadows of the waiting zone, Valgor cracked his knuckles, eager.
"Next match: Valgor!"
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The Beast of Discipline
Valgor entered like a storm contained in human skin. The air itself thickened under his presence. The crowd didn't scream this time — they shivered. His aura was a pressure you could feel in your bones.
From the opposite gate came the Sumo Titan, his steps like earthquakes.
Each stomp shook the ground. He raised both arms and roared — a sound that seemed to make the lights tremble.
The referee's voice barely carried through the noise.
"BEGIN!"
The Titan charged — and leapt.
For his size, it was impossible. His shadow swallowed Valgor whole.
Valgor didn't flinch. He merely exhaled — a calm breath before the world split.
His fist rose.
The punch landed like divine judgment.
Air detonated. The roof cracked. The Titan's body shot skyward, helpless against the force.
Debris rained on the spectators as Valgor stepped forward, unbothered. He twisted mid-step, pivoted, and unleashed a kick that met the falling mass in mid-air.
The Titan disappeared beyond the walls — a human meteor.
Silence. Then the chant.
"VALGORRRR!"
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The Red Savior
Lacolone watched from the sideline, eyes narrowed.
> "This one… might be the rival I've been waiting for."
But the crowd's awe turned to panic when they saw the Titan's limp body plummeting from the sky.
The referee screamed, "He'll die!"
A crimson blur cut through the air.
Jessica Mary.
Her long red hair flared behind her as she caught the 400-kilogram Titan in mid-fall, one arm steady as a pillar. Gasps filled the arena; even Valgor's expression flickered with respect.
She landed softly, setting the unconscious giant down as though he were a sleeping child.
Then she smiled — wicked and radiant.
"Too heavy for you guys?"
The stadium went wild again, unsure whether to cheer or fear her.
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The Clash of Queens
Jessica vanished.
Commentators shouted, "Where did she go?!"
Even Valgor turned, searching.
Only Maya remained still — serene, unblinking.
A whisper of motion.
Jessica reappeared behind her, smiling like the devil in silk.
The referee's voice cracked through the noise.
"Next match: Maya vs Jessica!"
Lacolone leaned forward in his seat, pulse quickening.
Valgor crossed his arms, smirking.
> "Now this," he said, "will be interesting."
In the center of the arena, the two women stood facing each other — one cloaked in calm shadow, the other blazing with crimson confidence.
The crowd fell silent once again, sensing that something larger than spectacle was about to begin.
Energy rippled between them — unseen yet undeniable, the air trembling with promise.
Maya's eyes glowed faintly, icy and unflinching.
Jessica's lips curved into a grin that could ignite the world.