Kingsley's eyes flickered with manly passion as he listened to the cheerleader's explanation of Boxermania. The pilot light inside the weary chef came ablaze, and he nodded excitedly. [i]This[/i] was why he still cooked, despite missing an ingredient! Finally, he'd found a purpose. And that purpose was Boxermania.

"It sounds fantastic! Of course I'll help with set-up," he said, his deep voice booming menacingly despite there being absolutely no malice in his words, "But before we decide on a menu, it's important to note my ability and how it will contribute to the event. When I prepare food, qualities of the creatures being prepared are given to the eater. For instance, if I prepared rabbit, the eater would become more agile and be able to jump higher and hear better. In that case, if we can come up with a menu to highlight the contestant's strengths, I think that we could have the most amazing battles in Boxermania history!"

Kingsley pounded his fist into his hand in excitement. To some, it likely looked like he was threatening the cheerleader. He wasn't, but his smile was slightly terrifying.

"But I don't know as much about this club as you, so if you could tell me which meats would be of use, I can come up with the specific dishes from there. I'm also open to requests, of course. By the way, only up to three effects can be active at once. It will be important to choose wisely with this in mind."