Knowledge is power, but knowledge never stops the reactions. Tre'Yan tilted his head at Jake, who had paused, even for a big man the sight of the returned Boxer gave him a pause. Tre'Yan didn't expect it to limit the man's fighting however, in fact, it would probably have the opposite effect. 

Michael Buffer, the storied ring announcer, announced his opponent first. Jake 'The Under' Taker. The crowd seemed split on the man fighting out of the Big Kahuna Gym, but wasn't that what made fighting here so special? He'd heard the stories! Some of the most vocal fans in existence congregated on Madison Square Garden to let their voices be heard, and tonight it would be no different. They'd gotten over their fear of what Tre'Yan was, and now they were anxious for the fight to start. 

Tre'Yan nodded towards Buffer as he turned towards him, but before the legendary man could announce him Jake snatched the microphone out of the man's hand, with such speed that Tre'Yan was sure most of the crowd hadn't caught it, not until a second or so after the fact anyway. It only served to make them louder. 

[color=00aeef][b]'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.'[/b][/color]

It was true, Jake often prayed to the Lord, or whatever he called his Maker, before every prayer. The same Prayer. Every time. Tre'Yan looked towards the man, but shifted his eyes just slightly to the left, out into the sea of twenty thousand, and for a moment became lost in the world. 

[color=00aeef][b]'Are you ready to meet your Maker?'[/b][/color]

Jake's voice brought him back to the ring, and back into the pre fight ritual. Buffer had the microphone back now, and was beginning to announce Tre'Yan T'Mass. 

[color=f9ad81][b]"And standing in the White Corner, at a height and weight of six foot one, two hundred twenty pounds,"[/b][/color] His weight was by virtue of his bones being heavier than they seemed; it added to his power, and his weighted training made him feel as light as a feather, especially in the ring. [color=f9ad81][b]"...Fighting out of the Kuromara Gym of Toyko, Japan.... Tre'Yan T'Mass!"[/b][/color]

The crowd erupted in a maelstrom of cheers, boos, and stomps. While the cheers were definitely louder, it wasn't by much and seemed as close to a split as they had been for Jake. Meekly, the man reached out and grasped the microphone from Michael Buffer, who with the same protest, and took a step forward. 

[color=007236][b]"I've met the Maker, and every day I fight to not meet him a second time."[/b] [/color]

His hushed voice, amplified by the microphone, barely sounded above a normal conversational tone. It was a wonder that this man was considered among the best fighters in the Universe when he was put into a confined place to enact his skill set. He handed the microphone back to Buffer, and in the future someone will correctly claim to have seen him whisper an apology to the man, before turning back to Taker. 

Buffer looked back and forth between the two, and sighed. He had a job to finish. [color=f9ad81][b]"I want a good clean fight; when I say break, you break, no shots to the nether regions. You boys know the rules. Now touch gloves!"[/b][/color]

For a moment, the crowd grew hushed and the skeletal hand extended out a fist ready to be bumped. Buffer slowly edged his way away, knowing this fight would be a nothing more than a blur once the gloves were touched. Many anticipated this to go no longer than the first round. A punch from either of these men would fell a normal fighter, including ones such as Muhammad Ali and Floyd "Money" Mayweather.