Kong, Kenny, and Mrs. Krakenhouse sat in their private box, watching the bloody fight unfolding before them. Unlike the newbies' fight, the experienced battle was more violent and always ended with someone being beaten to the point of near death.
"Do you have anyone you'd like us to scout out?" Krakenhouse inquired of Kong, who remained quiet with his sleepy eyes glaring at the stage before him. "I'll take it as a no."
"The only good ones will appear during the real fight," Kong bellowed while covering his yawn. "These people won't be able to handle the stuff we do. Well, most of them won't." Just as Krakenhouse and Kong spoke, Kenny received a phone call from his subordinates.
While listening to the conversation, Kong and Krakenhouse noticed his changing facial expressions and wondered what exactly they were saying to him.
"What's the matter, Kenny?" the woman asked. "Is everything al…."
