INKσϝVOIDS

Ghost of Tenzan. Content Warning.

The crowd’s screams roared through the rundown stadium, shaking the metal beams overhead. The speakers crackled, spitting out static as the commentator’s voice echoed.“AND THE MATCH HAS COME TO AN END! A NOT-SURPRISING FINISH FROM THE GHOST AND RAZOR’S CONTINUED REIGN!". Hands shot out, digging into to the chain-link fence as the crowd chanted; some in excitement others in vain. Money passed from hand to hand. I caught the opposing team’s manager grimacing while the broker took the briefcase with that smug, greedy grin.