[h3]The Boxing Club[/h3]

Roy Bivvens gave Al a concerned look.
[color=lightgreen]"Al, baby... heroes don't use swords! If you wanna be the face of the KBC, you're gonna have to play it straight and fair! No foreign objects, no dirty tricks, just good old fighting, know what I mean? When we get to the No-DQ matches, we're gonna let you use whatever you damn well please. For the regular shit, you gotta play fair."[/color]

Roy jabbed Al in the ribs conspiratorially. A foxy grin crossed his face, and he whispered in Al's ear.
[color=lightgreen]"But that doesn't mean you can't get a cheap hit in every once in a while, yeah? Look sharp, kid-- you and the Bayou Baron are up first!"[/color]

Roy adjusted his tie in a way he thought was professional, and stepped into the ring. Though the ring didn't have a microphone, it did have Roy Bivvens, who was an [i]exceptional[/i] shouter. Roy shouted to the boxers present, his tone filled with the essence of hype.

[color=lightgreen]"Good evening, ladies and gents! We've got ourselves a lll[b]ovely[/b] day for blood [b]and[/b] boxing, and we've got a room fulla miracles, all waiting for their time to [b]shine[/b]! First up for today--"[/color]

[h2]"[color=darkred]Alphonse "Al" Valkanos[/color] and [color=blue]Jubei "Bayou Baron" Ichigo![/color]"[/h2]

Roy pointed to Al and the Bayou Baron, and a bright spotlight appeared under both of them. 
[color=lightgreen]"C'mon up here, boys!"[/color]