"Oh my, he's done it! Ladies and gentlemen, The Champ has won!"

Cheers rose up from thousands of people watching the events that had just unfolded from their seats. Screams and cries of exhilaration and joy rang out loudly through the massive stadium. All of these people had their eyes on one of two things. Either the giant monitors displaying the young man who had just won, or the young man himself. He stood there, his bright orange hair standing out in stark contrast to the metal arena he was standing in. He confidently held his right arm in the air, a similar orange energy flowing through the white prosthetic arm he had just used to attain victory. The cameras turned to look at his face, which held a bright and cocky smile, and fiery orange eyes that literally crackled. Far behind him was the unconscious body of a hulking man with massive obsidian arms. In front of him was the referee who had just ran up to hold up the young man's arm. He promptly slapped away the referee's hand and continue to proudly hold up his arm on his own, to the dismay of the referee.

"Well... After climbing through the ranks faster than anyone we've ever seen before, The Champ has surely made a name for himself! When he first showed up with a egotistical name like his own, we all surely expected him to go nowhere, but here he is, the best fighter I and many others have ever seen!"

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

After addressing the audience with these words, he then turned to the young man.

"Is there anything you'd like to say after finally making it here, Champ?"

The young man rapidly reached out and snatched the microphone from the referee's hand while still keeping his right arm raised.

"I've never lost once before, and from the way things are going, it's never gonna happen. Anyone else who feels like challenging me, keep these words in mind: I am invincible."

With that, he tossed the microphone back at the referee, a proud grin still plastered across his face. The audience once again roared, and began chanting the name the young man went by.

"Champ, Champ, Champ, Champ!"

The singular word echoed loudly through the arena, filling the ears of anyone nearby with the name of an unforgettable champion. However, in only a month, the unforgettable champion had been forgotten, his stage and real name stricken from any records, and his prosthetic arm tossed into the trash.