I stride my way towards my gate confidently, well prepared for my first match in the stink tournament. Mentally at least, i've never fought primarily through stink before, but i think i've prepared myself adequately for it. I pass trhough my gate to the cheers of the crowd, smirking and basking in their excitement to see me. surely this lot knows of me at any rate, or perhaps they're just excited to see a new contestant. Perhaps a bit of both.
After taking in my moment of spotlight, i make my way boldly toeards the center of the arena. Here, i set my sights towards the enetance opposite of my own. Without a doubt, i'm certain my opponent will be arriving through there. Only question remains, just who might be my first challenger in this place?
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