Unveil the quirky, strange, bizarre, and offbeat Super-Multiversal nation of Maharlica-152, where Miguel Azral, an unsuspecting teenager, discovers his supernatural lineage - THE PRINCE OF THE ASWANGS!!! Recruited by a zany wizard, Prometheus, and t...
Miguel sighs. "'Respect... People... will... respect you...'"
The crowd cheers.
"I've been fighting Fridays and Saturdays... People... will respect you..."
The crowd cheers even louder.
"Okay... Let's do this..." Miguel begins walking to the light, but he passes by Anna.
Anna asks, "Hey, Miguel! About Friday next week... Uh... Are you perhaps planning to-...?"
"Uh... Anne... Kinda in a middle of something here...!" yelled Miguel.
"Oh! Oh, right... Somehow completely forgot about that... Good luck, dude!"
"Uh... yeah..." Miguel walks out into the light only to be heavily booed by the audience.
There, he faces his final opponent: Tyrone Bernardo.
Miguel just grimaces upon staring at him.
Tyrone sneers and arrogantly grins. "Hello, Miguel Azral."
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"Hello, Dumbass..." said Miguel.
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"Ohoho! Shit talkin' me, huh?" smiled Tyrone.
Miguel just stares at him with flared nostrils.
Miguel transforms into an Aswang.
"Hohoho! Going all out, are we? Huh...?"
Miguel seems to be in control right now, which is something he hadn't done at all in any of his previous fights. He was stoic, calm, and tranquil, staring at Tyrone with a solemn and terrifying gaze. He ticks his wings rather loudly with pure intimidation and a smoldering anger.
*TIK, TIK, TIK, TIK, TIK, TIK, TIK, TIK, TIK-!!!*
"Fine! I'll go to my FINAL FORM from the START!!!" roared Tyrone.
"You only have one other form other than this, dumbass," Miguel spoke in a deepened voice.
"GRRRRRRR!!!" Tyrone transforms into the Coldroach King.
Miguel goes for a defensive back stance.
Tyrone keeps still with a strong guard.
"Come on, Tyrone..." smiled Miguel, while Tyrone stared angrily. "I thought you were the bigger man."
