Standing at 6’3 and weighing in at 247 lbs. Jake was not considered a small man by many and by all accounts fearless. However seeing his opponent gave him pause. So it was true. His opponent was not, well let’s not beat around the bush, he was not human. Jake smiled slightly as Michael Buffer began his spiel. 

[color=f9ad81]“Ladies and Gentleman, tonight we are going to witness the most anticipated fighting exposition in history. To those in attendance . . . Are you ready? Boxing fans . . . Are you ready? MMA fans . . . Are you ready? Fans around the world . . . Are you ready? Let’s get ready to ruuuuuuuummmmmble!”[/color]

With that Michael Buffer pointed towards Jake.  [color=f9ad81]“In the black corner, fighting out of The Big Kahuna Gym in Kona Hawaii is. . . Jake ‘The Under’ Taker.”  [/color]

Again a thousand voices howling in support at the announcement filled the air, clashing with an equal number in opposition. It was all part of the game, all part of the rush that made fighting in the Garden special. 

Stepping to the center of the ring, Jake kept his arms loose as he studied his bony, emancipated opponent. Searching for weaknesses and finding little to none visible. He had of course heard about the power and speed that T'Mass allegedly possessed. 

It was show time. Nodding subtly to Michal Buffer, who returned the gesture began turning towards T’Mass, his grip on the mic loose. In a flash, Jake had snatched the mic from him, glowering at Michael Buffer who protested loudly and with great indignation.  The crowd stomped their feet, their cries raising several decibels above a jet engine. 

Jake smiled and waited a few seconds as the noise died down, they wanted to hear him speak, to recite the prayer.

Pointing at T’Mass, he growled into the mic.

[color=6ecff6]“O Lord, may the end of my life be the best of it; 
my closing acts be my best acts, 
and may the best of my days be the day when I meet Thee.”[/color]

Along with thousands of fans he finished his ritual spiel, [color=7bcdc8]“Are you ready to meet your maker?”[/color]

Handing the mic back to Michael Buffer he just stared with impassioned eyes at T’Mass.