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"Hmm... these same people again?" A gruff voice came from behind a large chair. In front of this mysterious person was a large window looking out over a wrestling arena. He wore a black ivory mask that covered his entire face. He had on a black cloak and combat boots. Long green seaweed-like hair covered half his mask. He was watching a fight with boredom in his body language.
"Erm... sir? We've got another slave for you," a tough-looking thug came into the room. His hair was dyed blue and in a crew cut style. He wore a green tank-top and purple pants. Several dog-tags were around his neck, each with the name of a past victim. In his hand was a leash and attached to the leash was a naked girl, crying.
"Another one you say?" The masked man sighed as he took a sip of red wine. He lifted his mask just a bit to stick a straw under it. "The same fight goes on and on. These underground fighters... they do the same thing over and over again. Winner gets rewarded the same way. Loser gets punished the same way. If only we could somehow raise the stakes and gets better fighters."
"Sir?" The blue haired thug tugged on the leash. "What should I do with her?"
"The same thing you've done to the last seventy-two girls you've caught," the masked man growled as he slammed the table beside him in anger. "Train them till they're nothing but slaves. Then take the ones that show any fighting potential and stick them in the ring. Whoever wins gets to do whatever the hell they want with the loser. The loser will come to me for further punishment. Male-slaves go to the Madam for 'training', 'punishment', and 'rewards'."
"Uh... okay sir," the blue-haired thug shrugged and pulled on the leash to force the slave girl to follow him.
"Please, let me go!" The leashed girl cried as she was dragged away. "I'll do anything!"
"Anything huh?"
"Anything but that!"
"I suppose I shouldn't expect a good fight from these 'fighters' here," the masked man muttered as he watched the winner, a female whose been here for two years, finish off her opponent, a relatively new male-slave. "These people were captured by small-fries of all people. How can I capture stronger fighters? Fighters that could match my own strength? It's too risky to do this myself. Perhaps... yes... that's it. Goro!"
"Yessir!!!" A green haired goon in ninja gear drop down from the ceiling and landed on all fours on the coffee table. He took the bottle of red-wine and glugged it down as he awaited his instructions.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't do that, Goro," the masked man muttered. "Anyways, go out and find the strongest fighters. Comb the world if you have to, I'll pay all the expenses. Find at least sixteen fighters and give them invitations to my tournament."
"Tournament, sir?" Goro asked with interested eyes.
"Yes, and remember that they have to be strong. Choose those whom you think have a chance to defeat me. Convince them to join in any way you can. Tell them that I can grant them any wish they want. If that doesn't work, the 5 billion prize money should. If you must, then resort to blackmail."
"Okay, so how do I know they're strong enough?" Goro asked.
"Use your own judgement," the masked man growled as he slapped a stack of tournament invitations into Goro's hands. Goro backflipped off the table and walked out of the room. The masked man stared at the wrestling arena with a wide grin on his face. His battle-spirit was revived and his anticipation grew. He couldn't help it. His body became surrounded by a dark purple aura. The window in front of him shattered into millions of pieces. "Soon... I'll be able to break the strongest of spirits."
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