Bob
Bob stood on the Gym scales, reading out his miniscule size.
"But, how can I be so small!?"
He looked up to the poster on the wall, reading aloud:
"The Fat Hero, yeah right, more like the Fat Loser."
"You're not that fat." Said a passer-by, who felt 4 knuckles of power connect with his kisser.
"That's the point." And with that, he left the gym.
It wasn't until he'd passed all his old favourite gorging points that he realised where he was.
Infront of a TV stores, heaven forbid the ironic justice about to take place.
"At the end of the last tournament, Jin Kazama, current owner of the Mishima Zaibatsu, is believed to have died.
Witnesses at the scene, such as Wang Jinrei, Hworang, Baek Doo San and Eddy Gordo, to name a few, all agree that the young leader fell to his death.
But that could mean great things for you!
We here at Void industries, have decided to open up the King of Iron Fist Tournament 7, to decide the NEW owner of the Mishima Zaibatsu.
Please, fill out the entry form below and send your application to:
224-256 Widnes Avenue Western Newrockshire
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"This is it! THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT! WOOHOO!!! I'm gonna prove to everybody, even though I'm not the Fat Hero I once was, I'm still a Hero! Hey world, say hello to a brand new, and improved..."
And he paused, and hesitated, and paused more, waiting for the crown of innocent bystanders to stop acting bored, and more, shocked and awed, until finally he muttered:
"Skinny Bob." Very lack-luster-larly, and with that, he began to fill out his application for the King of Iron Fist 7.