Hey peeps! Before we go any further, I'd like to give a shoutout to Cascate. Thank you so much for the support, my friend! I look forward to hearing from you more!

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Without further ado, enjoy the fight.

Red and blue lights flooded the streets below, commanding the brunt of the road as pedestrians and civilian vehicles alike were forced to go aside for their initiative. Uniformed officers and heavily armored special forces were setting up roadblocks, directing people in specific paths, advising safety regulations... the city was in chaos.

Far above, on the rooftops, the orchestrators of this chaos stood proud, watching. One man: a fallen warrior, clutching his Crimson Spear to steady his feet. Beside him: the puppetmaster who unleashed the monster and couldn't control him, her neck area heavily coiled with bandages. And behind them: the two strange, inseparable figures who seemed to always follow behind...

The leader of this group, Shion, unleashed a laugh. "Hahahahahaha... I must say, Botan, you've really done a number. That guy you brought in couldn't have worked better for our cause. He's absolutely TERRORIZING these people!"

Botan, despite the opportune moment to gloat, elected to keep her mouth shut. Maybe it had to do with her current state... suggested by the way she unconsciously tried to rub her throat, but retracted her hand quickly.

"What, nothing to say Botan?" Shion seized the moment to unleash some jabs. "Oh yeah... you tried to control that lunatic, and he nearly crushed your windpipe! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Botan cut her eyes sharply towards him... but turned away in the opposite direction moments later.

"We have the edge we need against the Hakkeshu." Shroom finally opened up from the rear. "They may be Orochi's chosen people, but when we resurrect the God for our own end, they'll fade into oblivion."

Shion cockily swung his spear, brandishing the tip towards the vast city before them. "We have all the chips now! All we need do is wait... wait and let the festering fruits bloom."

The others in the vicinity were wise to step back; Shion took a brazen step forward, twirling his spear wildly, cackling as he shouted:

"WHERE'S YOUR HERO NOW, GERMANS?! WHERE IS HE?! HE HIDES LIKE A COWARD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

IN THE LOCKER ROOM...

A massive figure stood in the locker room, his naked form obscured by the darkness: a shade that concealed even his face, as he stared into the mirror, at a reflection only he could see.

The mirror was an anthology: a playback of all the memories, an entire life he invested into his career, his... identity.

"You were the best..." he spoke aloud, to an empty room. "Children looked up to you. Men envied you. Women lusted for you. You were a hero..."

He dwelled on his Round 1 fight; his "victory" over Kim.

"Kim Kaphwan." he spoke. "I defeated you... but it feels nothing but bitter on my lips."

A "win"... the more he thought that word, the faker it sounded. There was nothing to celebrate, nothing to feel happy for. Tizoc had failed. And more importantly... it had stripped him.

He cut his eyes to the bench, where the trademark Griffon head sat. Even now, the thought of putting it on felt disgusting. There was no fun in it... to go out there now wearing that would be work, not passion. Another day at the office. "Collecting" a "win".

"I can't fight with you anymore." he spoke to it where it lay. "It's tainted. I look at you, and I see a long, monotonous career of moving cogs."

He approached the bench, reaching down and picking up the shining piece of his attire. He stared into the beady eyes, which stared back...

"Forgive me... but to regain my honor and glory, I must become something different. To revitalize my spirit, I must..."

He let go of the mask... and it fell to the ground.

OPENING ROUND FIGHT #6: GATO VS ? ? ?

Gato was the first one out there, having no need to prolong things with an exuberant walkout or unnecessary preparations. He was just standing... trying to drown out the negativity being directed at him from all sides. He obviously wasn't the most favored contestant in this tournament; his pure indifference to Hotaru's heartbreaking loss only served to further tarnish whatever image he might present. Unless a Hakkeshu, it seemed almost a shoe-in that his opponent would be the recipient of their cheers...

"I don't know a single guy in this contest I wouldn't root for over Gato." Mai curled her nose as she spoke. "I hate him."

"Hate's a strong word there, Mai..." Andy nervously spoke up.

"Well, it suits him! The guy OOZES hate!" Mai snapped back. "He's a selfish, inconsiderate jerk that won't even acknowledge his own sister!"

"We don't know she's his sister." Joe chimed in.

"Shut up, Joe." Mai suppressed him. "I don't care what she is, all she does is show him love and admiration, and he can't even be bothered to comfort her in her time of need... GRR! I wish I could wreck him myself."

"Well, at least we can root for the brave soul coming to face him..." Robert reassured.

Everyone turned to the giant TV, eagerly awaiting the name of the opponent who would face Gato... but it never came. Instead, the image began to distort, until the screen had gone completely black.

"What?" Shingo grunted.

Suddenly... loud music ERUPTED and shook the entire Stadium, making the seats vibrate. The TV screen was now awash in bright, mesmerizing colors and virtual pyrotechnics. The music in question was sporting Spanish lyrics... but it wasn't the traditional Mexican music from the previous walkout. This one sounded more metal, borderline DEATH... the vocalist in question wasn't so much singing as screaming and grunting whatever macabre message he was spreading with this song.

The only other hint to further the identity of the opponent was... a distorted, demonic-looking dinosaur, roaring on the TV screen, covered in flames.

"What the hell is this?!" King complained, fingers in her ears.

"WHAT?" Yuri called out.

"I was just asking a rhetorical-"

"HUH?"

"NOTHING."

Finally... real pyrotechnics began exploding from the blue corner entrance of the Stadium. As a smokescreen enveloped the singular exit... a huge, shadowy figure began to emerge. His body became clearer... clearer... until finally, his identity was revealed: a huge, towering, muscular warrior, estimated seven feet tall... in fact, he seemed to have the exact same build as...

"...Tizoc?!" Andy pondered.

"That can't be Tizoc!" Joe corrected. "Tizoc's a... bird guy! This guy is...?"

Sure enough, the colossus didn't at all look like the trademark Griffon Mask: this guy looked straight out of the Jurassic Era. A tough, scaly, reddish brown hide, which extended all the way down to his arms, complete with two sets of razor sharp claws. His feet bore the same equipment: long, hooked nails, for disemboweling anyone unfortunate enough to be in their path.

Instead of the curved beak and beady eyes of old, this guy was sporting a set of crushing jaws, with a murderous assortment of 60 flesh-rending teeth.

To complete the image, and truly solidify his status as the terrifying predator of thousands of years ago... a huge tail, sprouting from his back end.

"Never seen this guy before!" Shen Woo yelled.

"Was he in Round 1? I don't remember..." Hinako questioned.

"It's gotta be Tizoc." Andy concluded. "Who else could it be?"

"Yeah, I think you're right." Joe agreed. "Man, that guy is creative..."

Suffice to say, people were confused. He didn't look at all like the wrestling hero, who inspired the hearts of men, women, and children alike. This guy was... different. Sinister. An ill aura surrounding him. To further reinforce this image, the man was carrying a steel folding chair in one hand, and a baseball bat in the other. The REAL Tizoc, one of the most popular faces, would never carry weapons...

Bonne Jenet ran out there to meet him, amazed and... conflicted... with what she was seeing. He certainly wasn't the man she'd come to know and admire.

"TIZOC! T-Tizoc, is that you?!"

She sprinted out onto the grass, to intercept him before he made it to the ring... the mysterious dino man saw her coming, and extended his bat, thrusting it into her breast and knocking her down.

"O-OWWWWW!" Jenet whined, clutching her bosom. "T-Tizoc, how could you-"

"SHUT UP!" the man roared with a bellowing tone. "Shut up with your deceitful words, Whore of Babylon!"

The voice was definitely his.

"T...Tizoc..."

The dino man brandished his bat towards her face. "You have been a point of weakness in my life for too long! I will never again be hindered by your womanly wiles! The relationship between you and the man known as Tizoc is no more!"

A half combination of his rejection, and the pain in her chest, caused tears to form in Jenet's eyes, as she witnessed the man she had been so close to... fade before her eyes.

"Tizoc... h-how could you be this way to me?" her voice cracked. "I thought we were-"

"We are NOTHING!" the dino man screeched. "And STOP CALLING ME THAT! The Griffon Mask is dead! I killed him with my own hands! From his putrescent carcass rises a new warrior! Faster, stronger, smarter, more attuned in body and mind! I AM THAT WARRIOR!"

"Maaaan what the f*** is going on here..." Shen Woo scratched his head. "I think I smoked some bad weed..."

The dino man stomped past the fallen Jenet, at last emerging in the combat zone, where Gato awaited with... no real position on the current happenings.

Regardless of his indifference, "Tizoc" continued to ramble.

"Let all manner of man and beast beware... I am the perfect killing machine! I am a predator unmatched! In the food chain, no creature can dare call themself my equal! Perfect speed, perfect killer instinct, I consume the flesh and drink the blood of my enemies! I show no mercy to my lessers, even as the crawl away wounded and pleading! I take no handouts: the thrill of the hunt and the kill is what compels me! It's my identity! It's the blood in my veins! I am the King of Dinosaurs... FEAR ME!"

"God, he's annoying." Iori complained, scrunching his ears up to drown out the incessant speech.

"That's Tizoc alright." Andy pointed out. Joe nodded in agreement.

"I know it's weird but... I kinda want them both to lose?" Yuri chuckled.

"Yeah, I honestly thought this was no contest, but boy... this guy surprised me." King shook her head.

Gato wasn't invested in the slightest in whatever episode this man was carrying on. To him, it didn't really matter WHO he was: an old companion or a stranger. With a sharp hiss from his nostrils, Gato got into stance, focusing his cold eyes on the jurassic imposter.

"Are you finished finally?" Gato addressed him. "I don't care what face you wear... you bleed the same."

The dino man didn't take that lightly; dropping the baseball bat to the side, he readied the steel chair with two hands. "YOU'RE the one who's going to bleed!"

FIGHT!

Dino gave a ferocious, commanding roar: like the carnivore of millenia past, his screech sent fear into the hearts of mortal man...

...Not really. Gato stayed composed as Dino charged at him, the chair cocked back, ready to unleash... Dino stepped in close, and tried to knock his head off with the first swing, but Gato ducked it and retreated backwards.

The dino man was surprisingly fast; he was able to pursue Gato, and he closed in a little faster than expected...!

"Argh!" Gato grunted, as he turned his body at the last second and received the steel chair to his arm. Though it wasn't a headshot, it still hurt PLENTY.

Dino saw Gato's body shift with discomfort; he hurt him. Relentless like his spirit animal, he stayed on top of Gato, raising the chair high and coming down with an overhead smash. Gato was wise enough to dip his head, but the chair still smacked him on the back shoulders, dropping him to his knees.

"...Why does it feel dirty for this guy to be swinging a chair, and not Billy with a big stick?" Joe inquired.

"Because a chair is meant for other purposes." Andy responded. "Not much else you can do with a big stick."

"Oh I beg to differ." Malin grinned evilly as she said that.

Gato rose to his feet, scowling furiously; he was definitely getting fed up with this guy and his dishonorable tactics. He took a huge, steaming breath, gathering tension in his muscles...

Dino was coming at him. "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

He swung the chair.

This time, Gato didn't take it. "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Dino's chair was met with equal force: a thunderous kick from Gato, the sole of his foot slamming into the appliance at the apex of its swing. Impact met impact, creating a tremendous shockwave that kicked up dust along the ground...

Dino was sent backwards, but only a slight, inconvenient stumble. He gathered his wits, raised the chair to charge back in...

...He stopped and looked at the steel appliance in his hands: It was completely bent, at an obtuse angle.

He cut his eyes back to Gato: the man was in a firm stance, fists extended, those sharp eyes daring Dino to try anything else.

With a roar, Dino threw the disfigured appliance aside, and instead picked up the baseball bat. "GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

He charged at Gato and took a huge home run swing... the wooden tool soared towards Gato, who merely exhaled hot air from his nostrils and sharply thrust his forearm forward to meet it.

CRAAACK! Gato demonstrated an iron-like bone structure, as his arm connected with the bat, and the sporting instrument broke into two halves, complete with a splinter-y explosion.

The recoil sent Dino stumbling backwards, and the man stopped to look at what was in his hand: he was now holding nothing but a handle.

With no more weapons at his disposal, the huge wrestler finally stepped forth to test Gato in hand-to-hand combat. He came forth in a classic wrestling stance: feet apart, arms wide open like a hug... whether to strike or grapple, the large man would surely deliver a painful attack.

The real battle began. Dino charged forth with a lariat; Gato ducked it. As their bodies crossed, Dino tried to spin around with a back clothesline. Gato sidestepped it, and gave a tremendous bellow from his lungs as he thrust both elbows backwards... directly into Dino's ribs. The force was so great, dirt flew from where Gato's feet were planted.

As Dino hunched over in pain, Gato backfisted him in the face, sending him backwards... and he delivered a parting kick to the chest, as a final gift. Dino took the shots... but it would take much more to bring the big man down.

Now facing each other again, both came forward. Gato tried to get the first punch off, but Dino's longer leg allowed him to boot Gato in the stomach before the man arrived. Gato was stunned, and Dino wasted no time getting in close and scooping him up, putting him in a fireman's carry... Dino got into a spin... round... round... until he let go of Gato and let the man's body freefall to the dirt.

"Nnghhh..." Gato coughed out a grunt as his body hit the ground hard, nearly knocking the wind from him. He wanted to take a moment to breathe... but that was a bad idea. He looked up, and saw nothing but a shadow coming down on him: in the form of an elbow drop from the Dino.

Gato thanked his lucky stars he was able to side roll in time, because Dino's body crashing was like a piano! He saw nothing but the dust the impact stirred, and he wondered if he could've survived that.

Back to their feet, Gato pushed the initiative. He tenderized his stomach with a kick, then went high with a roundhouse; the first kick connected, but didn't even faze Dino, and the wrestler's beefy forearms blocked the second kick. Dino countered with the classic wrestler strike: a backhanded forearm chop. Gato easily backed away from it, but Dino followed up with a lunging pump kick, and it just managed to strike the defensive palms of Gato's hands.

Gato wasn't fazed. He SHOT forward, knuckle extended, almost like a poor man's version of Burn Knuckle... his fist connected with Dino's chest, and sent the wrestler back a few steps, but the big man still wasn't close to going down.

Gato went in close and let him have it: a short punch to his liver, a left to his ribs, a jab to the chest, an upwards palm thrust to his chin... his attacks were all connecting. The Dino man was too big a target, easily hittable... but the question was what it would take to bring him down.

Dino's turn; rather than strike, he outstretched his humongous arm and gave Gato the shock of his life.

"Ghhhhghkkkkk...?!"

His air left him. The world around him grew blurry. He felt himself floating upwards, like he was ascending to Heaven... no, his feet were just leaving the ground. Dino lifted him as easy as a garbage bag full of leaves.

SLAM! He returned Gato's body back to Earth a second later, in the form of a choke slam.

"Cough! Cough cough... urrrhhkkkk cough cough cough..."

Gato was in bad shape: a coughing, wheezing mess, as he struggled to crawl away from the approaching dinosaur. He remembered where he was, what the stakes were, and he closed his eyes to compose himself... breathe in... out... in... out...

Dino was almost on him, but Gato remained calm. He used a hand to spring himself up and peppered Dino's body with a kick. A second kick went higher, nailing him in the face, and Gato was able to backflip to his feet once again.

Now back up, he was able to pour on the offense: a spinning roundhouse knocked that stupid Dino's head sideways, and Gato spun around a second time, this time going to that sculpted midsection with another kick. Dino was on the retreat!

Gato prepared to press forward, but he stopped when he heard a strange noise coming from the audience... they were clapping, in rhythm, apparently in response to him regaining the forward offense. It was an abrupt change from the influx of negativity shown at the beginning of the fight.

Clap...clap...clap clap clap clap clap CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP...

Were they... cheering for him?

The Dino warrior heard this change of climate, and seemed to only get FUELED by it; he returned forward with a flurry, swinging his forearm to the face of his opponent. Gato swayed to dodge the first one, then blocked the second one well with his arm to his ear.

A third strike came...

RRRRRRRRIP!

"Hng!" Gato grunted as he was sent backwards from the surprise shot. He looked down: three long, diagonal strips of fabric were missing from his yellow garb. The connective strips that held the two halves together were severed, leaving it wide open, so he could see the damage firsthand on his bare torso. He felt a slight sting... the blood started pooling seconds later.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The audience showed their clear disdain for that move, showing no mercy to the Dino warrior as he stood there, tall and proud, Gato's yellow cloth dangling on his claws.

"Hahahahaha! HA HA HA HAA! YES! YES! CURSE ME! LOATHE ME! YOUR ANGUISH IS MY FUEL!"

Gato's face hardened. He looked down at his exposed midsection, then back up at his dinosaur-themed opponent. The blood trickled freely, until the three clean red streaks were a messy smear.

His face curled into a scowl. He clutched one half of his garb, he clutched the other half... with one fell swoop, he snatched it free of his body, pulling it past his shoulders, until it fell off his person.

The audience screeched with cheer, now treated to the sight of Gato standing before them, his scarred, bare torso glistening with sweat, blood tracing patterns on every muscular curve of his abdomen.

"Damn..." Malin's eyes popped. "Bonnie baby, I would fight you to the death to have that man's babies."

"Stay in your lane, bitch." Jenet teased. "I've put several years into breaking that stallion."

Gato pressed forward with newfound vigor, finding a strange... energy... from the subverted crowd. Dino, meanwhile, seemed to get stronger as well, from their NEGATIVE reception: a true sign of a heel.

They met in the middle, and dust clouds flew. Gato nailed him with a left palm to the body, following up with a right, and finally, an upper palm to his chin. Dino's head snapped back, bur he suddenly flung his head forward and his face met Gato's, trapping the man's face within his crushing "jaws".

The audience screeched with horror as the Dino man, like something out of a popular Jurassic movie franchise, lifted Gato up with his mouth... and FLUNG the man several feet aside.

Gato grunted in discomfort as he tumbled through the dirt, feeling an apparent pain on his head and neck area... once he stopped rolling, he took a moment to check for blood. He could definitely feel holes, but... if those teeth were REAL, he wouldn't have a head right now. He chalked it up to them simply being well-sharpened props, and thanked his god silently.

He slowly rose up... Dino man was already on him, and he plowed into Gato shoulder-first like a linebacker, knocking the man back into the dirt he had just risen from.

"GATO!" Jenet squealed.

Gato was fully at the Dino's mercy. The king of beasts scooped him up in his beefy arms, flipped him upside down, head facing the earth... he went airborne!

"Oh god, he's gonna cripple him!" Andy yelled.

Gato knew this flying Tombstone Drop would knock him out if he landed headfirst, or even worse... paralyze him if he landed on his neck. He managed to struggle in Dino's grasp, just enough so that his back shoulders could slip out and take the brunt...

SLAMMMMMMMMMMM!

Dino let the man go, and his body flopped to the ground, Gato writhing in pain where he lay. Victory seemed almost apparent for the dinosaur wrestler... but for some reason, he stopped to gloat instead of going for the finish.

"YOU SEE THAT? SEE THAT RIGHT THERE?!" he addressed audience and fighters. "THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DARE TO OPPOSE THE KING OF BEASTS! THERE IS NO CREATURE THAT CAN BEST ME! MY LIGHTNING FAST METATARSALS! MY SKULL-CRUSHING MANDIBLES! MY IMPENETRABLE RECTUS ABDOMINIS! I AM THE PERFECT WARRIOR!"

"Ugh..." Yuri groaned. "Did people seriously like this when he was still Tizoc? It's utterly annoying, and even morseo now."

The Dinosaur King took in their resentment, like an inhalant... he felt high on their negative fumes. Every blow, every taunt, their hatred validated his choice, his relent. He never felt stronger. THIS was what he needed... the reset button. A change, from the same boring routine he had eked out for so long. Trying to sell heel rivalries, the meaningless title defenses as he awaited the next "monster" they would push against him, only for him to always prevail in the end... he was tired of it.

This was REAL. He never felt more motivated, more... alive. He was a new wrestler. This was the rebirth of his passion.

"No more meaningless wins. No more padded record." The Dinosaur King snarled to his opponent, who was slowly returning to his feet. "THIS is what wrestling is all about! The struggle! The carnage! The fall! I must make you suffer before you submit! That's the only way I can walk off this battlefield with my dignity intact!"

Gato groaned weakly, rotating his shoulders constantly to shake out the ache of that last horrific attack... he really needed this over already. The battle had been much more taxing than Joe Higashi, a pure striker. To face a much bigger opponent, one who could strike and grapple, required intense focus and control. And maybe... just a little rage.

Gato closed his eyes and inhaled... he took it all in. Those old days... days robbed of their purity. People he forced away. People he lost. The reason for it all: a mortal, tangible foe, who could be hurt, condemned, destroyed. A person he swore his life to wreaking vengeance upon.

He opened his eyes, and Dino was ON him. The wrestler snatched Gato, and spun him around easily, before turning his own back to Gato and sinking in two arms under the armpits. He lifted Gato high... until Gato was a backpack, kicking and flailing in captivity.

"He's going for the Steamroller!" Joe cried. "Gato's gonna be toothpaste!"

Dino prepared the motion... but to his surprise, things didn't go his way.

"What?"

At the moment he threw his weight forward, Gato frontflipped and broke out of the grasp, landing perfectly on his feet. The man gave a fatal hiss as he drew his open hand back, curled his five fingers...

"Shut up."

He thrust his palm forward into the Dino's throat, silencing his belligerent booming once and for all.

"Gggghhhhhhhhkkkkkk...?!"

The shock of that throat strike lowered Dino's defenses, and Gato snatched his arm up. Now holding the dino in place, Gato let him have it: a five-finger strike to the pectoral, following up with a short kick, digging his toes into the soft below Dino's sternum.

Gato's hair twirled a beautiful spiral as he spun around... he unleashed his elbow into Dino's body with such force, a shockwave rang out and pelted the entire Stadium... thankfully, it wasn't enough to knock them out of their seats.

"GATO! GATO! GATO! GATO! GATO! GATO!"

"Man... never thought I'd see the day." Robert chuckled.

"Gato has to seriously thank this guy. I think he won him some fans." Ryo laughed.

"Gato... onii-sama..." Hotaru whispered his name with a blush.

Gato cut his eyes slightly to the stands... just long enough to see that tuft of blue hair. She had ran off to the locker rooms after her loss, but she came back... for him...

...Gato shook it away. Dino was approaching. He tried to give a beastly yell... but he coughed out a squeaky flat note instead.

"Go to sleep, you giant lizard."

Gato finished the job; leaping atop his head, sitting on his shoulders, he locked his legs around Tizoc's neck... with one sharp twist, the King of Dinosaurs fell on his face, snoozing like a baby.

WINNER: GATO

The Stadium was all cheers, as Gato stepped over the fallen body of his former teammate, and gathered his clothes. As he slipped back on his torn cloth, he took a moment to... take in the cheers. He knew they weren't cheering for HIM; they were just happy to see him silence a bigger, louder, more obnoxious "evil".

Regardless... it felt good. If only slightly.

Gato attempted to return to the locker rooms, but he didn't make it in time before a B. Jenet ambush.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMWAAHH~" she planted a smooch on his cheek so powerful, pink hearts fluttered to the skies above. Despite his sweaty, bloody state, she threw herself against him after.

"Good fight Gato. That jerk deserved it! Do you know what he did to me?!"

Gato looked away. "I don't care."

Jenet rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Regardless, you totally came to my rescue. So... thanks~"

"Will you stop turning it into something more than it is?" Gato kept shooting. "I merely defeated my opponent. Who cares if he's Tizoc playing dress-up, or some other obnoxious braying jackass with an animal theme? I. DON'T. CARE. Now... I'm going to take a shower."

Gato broke free of her grasp and kept walking onwards... but he didn't get far enough away to avoid one last pursuit:

"Want some company?"

"No."

He finally escaped, leaving Jenet standing there, hands on her hips... but she didn't mind. She merely let out a good-natured sigh. "You win this round."

Jenet turned around... her eyes fell upon the defeated. His huge, prehistoric body was laying there, snoozing, awaiting the paramedics that would struggle horribly to get him on a stretcher.

She sighed with sadness. "Tizoc... you really hurt me with those mean words. I thought we had something special, but it sounds like you want to pretend we were never teammates. Fine then. Consider us done."

Thus marks the disbandment of the Garou Team, which made its debut in XI. Though Tizoc has fallen from their ranks, his new heel persona may give birth to new opportunities on the horizon.

NEXT CHAPTER: Hurricane Angel has regained strength, and is prepared to wreak havoc on Munich, Germany once more! Is there a soul out there strong and brave enough to put an end to this walking natural disaster? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!