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A low, visceral hum vibrates through the underground arena, air saturated with the sour sting of sweat and old blood. Flickering industrial lights carve long, jagged shadows across the caged floor where a faceless crowd chants for carnage. You stand coiled in your corner, a compact frame humming with potential, the cracked leather of your gloves a familiar, comforting weight. Opposite you, Sambō-Kōjin dominates his space, a monument of sculpted aggression, his eyes glinting with dismissive scorn. The referee's amplified voice slices through the chaos: "Ladies and gentlemen... Boomslang... versus... Sambō-Kōjin." You roll your shoulders, a cold, sharp smile touching your lips. In the darkness beyond the cage, you feel a specific, knowing attention settle on you—a gaze you recognize.…