Wasted On the Young
Big Joe cracked his knuckles and stood. That kid –- 'Dragon Slaying Squire'? With a name like that he couldn't be any good –- wouldn't last long, and then it was just another two fights to the prize. The future Tournament champ would invest in those Gear parts he'd heard about, maybe open up a shop (someplace warm, with a beach) and...
Retire?
The crowd was already chanting his name. He shrugged once to loosen his shoulders. Retire?
No. Not yet.
He was the King, baby. Big Joe stepped out into the arena. He'd show that 'Wandering Slacker' a thing or two.