Because any jerk with a headband and a karate gi can throw a stupid fireball.

I used to know this one guy who was a lot like you. King was his last name, I think. Maybe it was Kung? Kang? Whatever. Dude was in the same tournament I was in a while back, and my man was real big into Karate. Like huge. He liked to yell stuff when he threw fireballs just like you do.

Talked a lot, too. Man, he’d go on and on about “his destiny” this and “defend the Earthrealm” that like it was some big thing. I mean, I realize that everybody has a different reason to fight, but this cat made everything seem so dramatic, you know? Some of us, we don’t need all that. Me? I’m just in it for the cash and prestige. If I happen to take out a ninja specter, too? Well, that’s just frosting on the fight cake.

Anyway, this dude steps to me like I’m just another rung in his ladder to the top, you know? Like I’m just some common street fighter or something. No offense. But you see where I’m coming from right? The guy had an awful lot of backbone to do something that stupid. Kinda like you.

What I’m trying to tell you is that this isn’t personal, buddy. I just want to compare your backbone to his, that’s all.

Wear this shirt: after a particularly flawless victory.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’ve lost your spine.

This shirt tells the world: “I’m not the type that likes to leave things unfinished.”

We call this color: A, B, A, C, A, B, B activates RED MODE

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