*A flickering, grainy image of a run-down apartment appears on your screen. Chris Karter and Mañuel Tosen can be seen sitting on a black leather couch in the middle of the room. In the background, a bare-chested Pekka Toivonen is tinkering with a radiator*
Tosen: Dear Tycoon world, we have an imposter among us. His name is Latrobe Arundel, and he claims to be the best fighter on the planet. Not surprisingly, he has managed to trick the idiots, lard-asses and journalism school drop-outs who are in charge of the official rankings as well.
Sure, he has won a lot of fights. Sure, he has a staggering KO rate. On paper, he seems like the real deal. Once you start looking into it, however, something doesn't add up.
I was surprised to see that he's supposed to destroy some unskilled, mediocre cupcake later today. Realistically, the guy doesn't stand a chance. I just figured out Inferno had run out of contenders, being a second-rate organization and all. Hey, no shame in that.
The problem is that his entire resume is filled with similarly pathetic tomato cans. His last 3 opponents have 27 (T)KO losses between them. His best wins are either a 40 year old man or Camara's pomeranian. How in the world has the so-called best fighter in the world fought competition like THAT?
Karter: His manager is "Vice President of Matchmaking and Janitorial Services" at Inferno.
Tosen: Right. Exactly.
So, that brings us to my proposal. Everyone knows that Pekka Toivonen is an unskilled, lumbering oaf. He's also old and riddled with injuries. Even so, I still think he would smack the taste out of Arundel's mouth. I don't expect Arundel to take this fight. Pekka won't fall over and die like the clowns he's been fighting. Nor will he faint at the sight of his own blood.
You and your camp are free to keep beating the no-hopers and scrubs your manager keeps lining up for you for as long as you want, but if you want REAL glory, you know where to find me.