Mora.

Ray is seen sitting outside, sitting on a stair case in front of an arena...



Ray sits there, silently as he could, until he broke from the silence...


"I'm pretty sure you're all wondering the same fact; that I wouldn't be able to defeat Tan Toa. Again, it's the stereotyping against me. Size never meant a damn thing!"

He went back to the silence. Then again, he stood up and faced the camera...

"I ain't scared! I ain't worried! Do I think he's intimidating?"

He paused for yet another moment, he took off his hood and his sunglasses...

"I know, man. I'm sure as hell that this doesn't even look intimidating I'll tell you all a story, though."

"The reason I changed my look, the big glasses, the shaven head, all black clothes well...there's a reason for that. I want people to think, 'Well look at that punk, he's no where in his life, huh?' or 'That hipster bitch thinks he'll make it?'; I don't care if people judge me. They've never heard my life. They've never heard my story."


He slowly walked away from the camera, then looked back to it...

"Ha, Never judge a book by it's cover."

The camera panned into black...


END OF PROMO