A giant spider with boxing gloves steps out of the shadows.

Getting a few steps further, you grind to a halt when a flash of something pops out infront of you. Surprised but now also extremely curious, you try to look to the source of where it likely came from. But as you do, a gun cocks behind you. its Matt.

"thought you could get away huh? now I've got yo- wait what?"

Both you can Matt are thrown for a loop as a giant tarantula steps free from the shadows of an alley, Sliping on a pair of boxing gloves on its front most legs as it does. A theme song then starts, with the distinct lyrics going as "I'm back to rise" While the boxing arachnid takes a moment to pullout a sign that you guess displays its name.

BLACK TIGER.

In a jolt of panic you begin to tremble as old memories are brought to the surface. Memories of you and your friend playing a game in which a spider, that matched this one's exact fuzzy discription beat the shit out of both of you.

And its name was Black Tiger.

Shaking you head you try your best to use logic to explain what was happening. But logic had jumped ship eight pages ago.

Now, so did you.

In a painful ka-pow! Black-tiger, the champ, the legend, Struck you, not once, not twice, but a total sucession of eight times. Its boxing gloves, a flurry of fuzzy movement as you now sailed back from the assault. Only to collide with Matt as he tried to run away. The lyrics "you can't stop my reign" crying out as you manage to catch sight of the spider raise its "fists" over its head and pump them in a victory dance.

You were in trouble, despite being a werewolf and your friend Matt being some psychopath. This was Black Tiger, the Black Tiger. you didn't have a hope in hell to beat it let alone even get a shot off.

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