Eddie spat blood into a bucket.

"I thought you said nobody gets hurt!" Peter shouted over the crowd.

Eddie laughed. "I'm not hurt!"

Peter looked worriedly at Felicia, who shrugged.

"And you win how exactly…?" Peter asked.

"The other guy stops," Eddie laughed, "we don't do K.O.'s here."

"You wanna go in there?" Felicia asked as Eddie exited the ring, and the crowd began looking for the next volunteers. Peter shook his head. Felicia shrugged, then stepped up.

"I'll do it!" she yelled. The crowd cheered.

"Hold up, you sure you want to do this? You're asking for ass kicking in there." Eddie said as he grabbed her arm.

Felicia gave him a look that made him release his grip and Peter began rubbing his temples. The gruff looking man that had just beat on Eddie smirked. The round started, and with a swift kick to the face, Felicia had won. Eddie's jaw dropped, and Felicia made her way over to close it.

"Anyone else?" she chided. One man covered in tattoos stood up and entered the rink. The crowd began cheering "BONE SAW MCGRAW! BONE SAW MGRAW!" as Felicia beckoned to Peter, who muttered "FML" and walked into the rink. McGraw smirked, and Peter swiftly repeated what Felicia had done, kicking his opponent in the face.

McGraw seemed relatively unfazed, and laughed as he charged at Peter. Peter sidestepped, and as McGraw flew by, Peter punched him in the side. He repeated this process for almost two minutes, before McGraw collapsed from fatigue. Peter stood up after the final punch, smiling and expecting a great cheer, but the room went dead silent. Eddie stood gaping at him.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our new champion!" Eddie yelled, and the crowd roared.

Peter looked around confused.

"Bone Saw was undefeated, man! You're amazing!" Eddie laughed. "How'd you do that!?"

Peter and Felicia shared a panicked look. Peter knew he had to defuse suspicion.

"Just got lucky, I guess…" he shrugged.

"Well, let's hope you get lucky again, man!" Eddie replied, punching Peter's shoulder. Just then, the crowd saw Joe stand up as a challenger. Peter immediately prepared to let him win so as to sell the crowd on his lucky story, but something seemed off. His hair stood on end and his skin started crawling with goosebumps. Suddenly, Joe took a swing straight at Peter's head. Peter instinctively ducked, but a second punch sent him hurdling towards the edge of the ring. As Eddie and Felicia helped Peter up, Joe began cheering that he was a champion at last.

"What's his deal?" asked Felicia. Eddie shook his head.

"That's just a guy named Joe. Used to be a Wrestler, but he had a bad streak at the end of his last high school season and lost his shot at a scholarship. Been beating himself up and living in the past ever since. The strain he put on himself… it does things to a guy, y'know?"

"Explains why he takes things so seriously…" Peter coughed.

"Hey, nice fail. Nobody here suspects a thing," Felicia assured Peter as Eddie turned his attention back to Joe. The two walked a little ways back into the crowd.

"Thanks," Peter replied, "But not all of that was on purpose. Something's off about that guy…"

"Off how?" Felicia asked.

"Something… weird. It's hard to explain, but I could sense it…"

"Wouldn't count on it bug boy, Eddie just punched him out of the ring."

Peter turned to see Eddie be praised as Champion as Joe struggled to get up. Evidently not the best combatant and ashamed of it as well, Joe scurried away to the bathroom. There, he rummaged through his belongings to find that he was all out of his drug, and had no more strength left.

"No, no no! I have to be the champion! I AM THE CHAMPION!" he thrashed and snarled until, in a fit of rage, he punched clean through the bathroom wall. His fist hit a power line and, after his irises turned electric yellow, his body began to change as well…

Eddie beamed as he stepped down. By now the fun was wrapping up and people were starting to go home.

"Well," Eddie shrugged, "looks like I'm tonight's champion!"

Felicia and Peter laughed and patted him on the shoulder, when suddenly a voice interrupted their celebration.

"OH, I WOULDN'T BE SO SURE ABOUT THAT!"

Everyone in the room turned to see Joe, now standing over seven feet tall with a hulk-like build, glowing yellow eyes and sparks running up and down his sweaty, veiny, ripplingly muscled flesh. He laughed deeply, before using his fist to punch through a stone pillar.

"I… AM… THE CHAMPION!"