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Used to be, people always thought convicts were sinful people and deserved no rights...yes, we are. But you're all totally wrong
But we prove our worth and our skills with strengths as fighters and martial artists, no matter what crimes we committed that landed us all in one location, where we all gathered around to serve our sentences. The whole world, with the nations are fearing for us showing up again, bring terror to all people.
We no longer fight like rats and barbarians or whatsoever; We're now all organized as we know what we're doing, so we're taking it into our own hands, for the people...and for ourselves. You called these acts crimes, but we...we know it better compared to you, all normal people. We called vigilantism and justice with radical hearts.
You all can live your life peacefully without any problems...for now...
I am a dedicated fighter and grandmaster martial artist...and these...are my comrades who fight alongside me. Sinful Colosseum is more than just a home disguised as a massive, top-secret penitentiary for us...It is where we shall rise again from a head start.
Fighters like me are the most traumatizing fighters Earth has seen throughout history. The Fenghuang Tempest, The Burning Rage, Florida Psycho, Bane of Latin America, and even Martial Incarnate, Slayer, The Wild Cassidy, and a few death row inmates...You want me dead like the law wanted? Get through all of them first, and try not to die or run like a cowardly rat. No one will remember you if you dare to die.
...it is a dangerous world outside, every time I tried to do something, troubles always come finding me, and some arrogant Young Buck wants to take me on.
I'll lay down for no man, as my old age isn't the problem at all. Come over, and face your most primal fears...me...
But nobody...nothing...will ever... beat...this Death Father who ruled over all underworlds and is that grim reaping emperor who shall kill you all...
For I...am ringing the giant bell that symbolizes...you permanent...misery and demise...