MEGALOBOX (メガロボクス)

THE CHAMPION 50TH ANNIVERSARY PROJECT

To be quiet and do as you're told.

That's how cowards live.

Do you stay down?

Fight back?

What the hell am I doing?

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Do I stay down here?

Or fight my way out.

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I'm stuck. I can't do either one.

Megalo-boxing

fuses athleticism with innovative

gear technology

to create the future of boxing.

It's exciting, rugged, and it's the premier form

of entertainment, the ultimate combat sport.

Today, I unveil the long, held dream of my grandfather,

who preceded me as the head of the Shirato Group.

The Megalobox tournament,

known as Megalonia!

It will go beyond borders and institutions,

beckoning all who would claim the mantle

of "greatest fighter."

The qualifying rounds will be global,

with only four competitors

making it into the final bracket.

Fighting in Megalonia

means fighting at the highest level,

and that means true Megalo-boxing.

The tournament begins in three months.

Who will end up being the rightful champion?

That will be decided in the ring.

There.

Now then...

Some critics claim Megalo-boxing

is little more than violent spectacle.

Your thoughts?

We consider it a global benefit

that promotes cohesion between all social levels.

The potential of gear technology

is limitless,

and Megalonia will be the first step

in demonstrating that.

I'm all finished fixing up your gear.

The motorcycle is going to take a bit longer, though.

Just how the hell did you manage

to wreck it that badly anyway?

You mentioned moments ago

you'd be accepting competitors

from any region or organization.

Are there any restrictions?

No restrictions on age,

nationality or qualifications.

Megalonia is open to all citizens.

Now, I'd like to introduce

the man who might be called the star

of the Megalonia tournament,

its first competitor.

He's an undefeated champion.

His dominating prowess has made him the favorite

to win this competition.

You could say that he's the embodiment

of true Megalo-boxing.

He's the king of the ring. Yu--

Hmm. You're not going to enter, then?

She said that it's open to all citizens.

Didn't you hear that part?

Hmm.

Since we don't have citizen IDs,

I guess that makes us non-citizens then.

Now, who cares?

There's an appeal to living free,

not being held down by anything. It's fine by me.

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You better hurry! Get your ass moving.

Faster, you mangy hound. You better keep running

or it's the soup pot for you!

-After it, go, go! -

Damn.

Yeah. Last time I bet on a stupid dog.

There you go.

You signed the invoice?

Hmm. The nameless man who only goes by his ring name.

Mr. Junk Dog,

your repairs are now complete.

You know, real boxers are probably just like you.

Citizenship doesn't make you a better athlete.

Enough of the crazy talk.

What do I owe you?

This is the third time this month

your tip paid off for me. So let's call it even.

Hmm.

Then I suggest you bet on me

winning tonight for a change.

You guys heard about this Megalonia thing?

Why should I care about it?

Man, I was just a bit younger.

Huh?

Yo! What's up, Junk Dog?

You got to make your dive look good again tonight.

Sorry, bud. Tonight I'm going all out.

Hmm?

Didn't old man Nanbu tell you what's up?

Son of a bitch.

Hmm?

Hey, partner!

Did you come all the way here to pick me up?

Oh, you're such a sweetheart.

I was wondering,

could you maybe let me borrow a little something? Uh--

Start talking, pops. Right now. You promised.

You said there'd be no shady crap

going down tonight.

Look, man, you know we help each other out,

so let's drop the social graces and be real.

It's what you might call a sudden change

in circumstance.

When you fight for serious and win,

it doesn't bring in enough cash. They threaten me over it.

Screw that garbage!

I told you, I'm sick and tired of throwing these damn fights.

Answer me one question.

How's an illegal Megalo-boxer with no fame and no ID

supposed to make some money otherwise?

Huh? You know I'm right.

You're too strong for underground fights.

No one wants a boxer in the ring

so good he makes the odds one-sided.

Look, just suck it up a little bit longer.

Next time, I'll try and get you what you're after.

A real match with a real opponent, all right?

If you're hard up for a cheap ass,

you bet on dogs.

But if you have some cash to spare,

even a little, you bet on people.

Hey!

It's showtime.

Three minute rounds

with no round limit!

Who's gonna get hit so hard they puke blood?

Making his first appearance

at the Drunk Monk, Junk Dog!

And our headliner, Ghetto Hachiya!

This is tonight's main event.

If you've got any cash left on you,

now's the time to cough it up.

Oh, would you get a load of that? What's with that gear?

Looks like he's wearing a scrap heap.

Hachiya, smash that kid and his gear.

You remember the plan, right?

Toward the end of the third round,

when there's a minute left,

you're going to take the fall.

Feel free to grab the lead in the early rounds, okay?

Word is this guy is a slow starter.

Just take your time and draw him out, got it?

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What the hell are you wearing?

That's some busted-ass gear, little doggy.

Definitely not a crowd pleaser.

He must be screwing with me.

You thought I'd let you take the lead?

- -Yeah!

Damn, he's really going for it.

So much for being a slow starter.

Listen up. Change of plans, partner.

Pick up the pace and push him back.

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Easy for you to say.

Hmm.

Oh!