Black Mamba slithers through the halls of the arena wearing headphones, shades & ninja boots. He listens to tracks of his father reminding him of the power of his underbite.
He enters a cocoon state with the locker room walls plugged directly into his headphones, channeling the feverish energy of Big Chief Triangle's throbbing ritual drum into his brain.
Black Mamba springs to life and whips past all foes, young and old. He threatens Mr. Glass Ankles with breaks that could end his career.
This angers one foe who uses the Raja Bell technique to retaliate with venomous vengeance. Mamba crumbles to the floor in a heap.
Mamba goes deeper inside himself. He recalls the sounds of the the war drum in his ears, urging him to take over. He unhinges his jaw and prepares for attack.
Black Mamba measures and slashes at he who dared challenge him. He destroys him with the cries of banshees echoing through the walls.
He seals it with fury that ignites the fanatics, yelling "Mambaaaaaaaa."
Black Mamba, keeper of the underbite, dominates again.
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