Kingsley, through Ruidoso, found himself pulled into the spectacle with the rest of the crowd. He cheered and hollered with the others, and got hyped as hell despite having almost no idea about what this man was talking about. Boxermania? Dates? Well, at the very least Kingsley understood [b]FIERY PASSION[/b]. This was it! Kingsley understood now that this was also a part of Lucha Libre.

[i]"Yes, just like cutting open a fish en papillote! No, more like a sizzling fajita! The show is a part of the meal. No more could one separate a Luchador from his showmanship than a chef from his knives! It's beautiful in its purity."[/i]

The ovation, however, was cut somewhat short when a boy in the crowd began choking. Being a gourmet, Kingsley was well-versed in the Heimlich maneuver, but the attentive cheerleader seemed to be on it.

[i]"Wait, do boxing clubs have cheerleaders? Or Luchadors, for that matter?"[/i]

Kingsley then spotted a tall boy with a collection of gigantic swords in the ring.

[i]"Or swordsmen? What kind of boxing club is this?"[/i]

Regardless, a boy was choking and it was Kingsley's duty to offer help.

"Miss," he called out over the crowd in his deep, booming, imposing roar of a voice, "May I help? I am very well-versed in the Heimlich!"

Some members of the crowd finally noticed the giant as Kingsley strode towards the choking boy in a white apron, emblazoned upon which were the words 'KISS THE COOK'. Some cried, some fainted, some wet themselves, and more shouted:
'Dear God, it's the Shadow King! He's come to murder us all!'
'He will use our varied corpses to construct his dark throne, from which he will bring the throngs of Hell to descend upon the Earth!'
'In this moment of panic, I have seen the face of God! It is terrifying and benevolent, and I no longer fear death!'