Kanonji, dressed in his "Hollow hunting" attire, proudly walked into the ring, head held high. He knew his opponent was a boy; he knew he could win. Even a fool could beat up a kid, right?
Beet, meanwhile, stood, tapping his foot, in the center of the arena, when Kanonji approached. "Ahh…! So you're my opponent! ... Who are you, again?"
"WHY!!!" The Don flapped his cape behind him... um... semi-heroically, almost like what you'd see Batman doing, rather than a goofy guy in his thirties wearing a top hat and carrying a skull cane... "I am the century's new premier spiritualist, Don Kanonji! You may now induct yourself into my fanclub..."
"What's a Kanonji? ... Oh, well. Time to get serious!"
The bell rung.
"Burning Lance!!!" From the depths of Beet's soul, there arose a long, three-pronged spear, fiery red with a golden blade, which he swiftly brought up into position.
"Wh... WHAT! You, too, are a spiritualist...?!!"
"...."
"Very well, boy! I shan't hold back! Kanonji Ultra-Secret Principle...!!!"
"...." Beet charged, readying for a single swipe of the lance to cut down Kanonji.
(( Let the slaughter... er... match, begin. Poor Beet. ;_; ))
