Upon the signal of the starter gun, the two combatants begin their fight.
Elvis flexes and exposes his dark skin beneath his stripped away top, his timid expression gradually transforming into a mischievous smile. This ambiguous, dirty grin struck an unpleasant chill into the spectators observing from a large screen...where had they seen this smile before?
"Damn it, you dare to misbehave in front of me, Black Ghost." Seventeen curses under his breath, cracking his knuckles and swinging his iron-like fist toward Elvis's face with a forceful twist of his body.
"Bring it on."
Before the words had fully left his lips, Elvis lunges forward, full of momentum, blocking Seventeen's strikes with sturdy arm counters. Bang! Seventeen's hammer-like fist fiercely strikes Elvis's arm.
