"Heh, popularity." The wrestler whose hairstyle closely resembled Suzuki Sonoko's wore a cold smile that was nothing like hers as he provocatively eyed the bald man across from him.
"I worked myself to the bone honing my social skills, finally won the audience's affection, and climbed step by step into this final championship match... For Wolf-Mask Warrior's popularity, are you actually expecting me to throw the final and lose to that kid?"
"Hahahaha!" The bald man laughed. "It would indeed be a bit troublesome if Ogami failed to take the championship, but we're not going to make you throw the match over that—you're decent-looking, sure, but your strength is nowhere near his. Just fight without worrying. Once today's match is over, you'll see just how ridiculous what you said was."
"You...!" Those words hurt more than being asked to throw the match.
But Nagase Hyota took a deep breath and quickly composed himself before shooting back, "Strength is important, but looks are just as important—otherwise, with your strength, how could you have kept wrestling until the age of thirty-six without becoming a popular wrestler?
"If you ask me, you should just get yourself a hood too. Leave enough to the audience's imagination, and maybe you'll become more likable than you are now."
"..." The bald man choked on his words, but before he could get angry, the Flat-Top who had just gone to call Wolf-Mask Warrior flew into a rage first.
He grabbed Nagase Hyota by the collar. "How dare you speak to a senior like that!"
"Haha, sorry, sorry." Nagase Hyota looked at his colleague with the huge nose. "I forgot you're even uglier than him and accidentally caught you in the blast—come on, don't use the excuse of being my senior to scold me. You can just say