"As you may have guessed, the announcement you are here for concerns the AGL World Title and its first defense under its new Champion." Randorf said.

Darbolg interrupted his uncle. "But before we bring out the Champion and his opponent, we have another announcement."

Randorf groaned. "Go ahead, Darbolg. Why don't yae finish this for me" he said as the journalists all chuckled.

"Thanks Uncle", Darbolg said matter of factly. "As you know, our World Champion Mantaroth is also our Althainian Champion. As of Tuesday, we are stripping Mantaroth of that title and will have a 4 man tournament on Tuesday. Following this tournament for the Althainian title, Mantaroth will defend the World Title against.... Well. Why don't we just bring him out?"

As Eteiseth makes his way past the journalists stalking the ones in the front, his pure size and condition intimidates them making them take a step back. Fresh blood is dripping from his claws, and bits of flesh cling to his teeth.

The former Crown Champion's broad shoulders are scarred from battle, on his left shoulder are the letters AGL, tattooed into his flesh. A low humming sound can be heard, emitting from the former Champion's throat.

Question 1: How do you expect to beat the current AGL World Champion Eteiseth?

Eteiseth Answer: I expect to tear his horns out while I crush his skull with my boot. Anyone want a side of beef after I'm done with him?

Question 2: What can we expect to see at this fight?

Eteiseth Answer: It is going to be a dangerous fight. I would not want to be standing over the arena in the front seats of the stands, I suggest you all move to the upper levels. It is going to be a night of annihilations, if the coliseum does not collapse.

Eteiseth crosses his arms and flexes his muscles, with the tattoo of AGL on one shoulder. The sound emitting from his throat can be heard once more, a very deep humming noise.

From out of nowhere, lightning begins to strike in rapid succession just to the right of Darbolg, causing everyone to shield their eyes. When the bolts stopped and the smoke cleared, the monstrous 8-foot tall Champion known as Mantaroth came into view.

"Let us be done with this quickie. I have little time for your inane curiosities."

His scorched white and gray fur was messy and unkempt with vicious scars visible across his entire body. A midnight black tabard covered the length of his body, with the AGL Champion's belt firmly around his waist. This outcast of the Black Tower continued to exercise his dominance over the League with his brutal fighting style and relentless thirst for rage and vengeance. Not only had he become the only gladiator to carry the two top titles at the same time, he had done it all while remaining undefeated. And with the slayings of Shiro and Khethus, fewer and fewer stepped forward to overthrow the Minotaur and claim the championship as their own. Could he ever be stopped?

Reporter question 1:

Champ! Champ! Rumors and doubts about your upcoming match keep surfacing in regards to your falling out of favor with Mencius! Will you be able to keep going?

"Fool! I defeated everyone sent against me during my period of reflection from Mencius. Yet He is with me once more, and no force on Algoron will be able to stop me now."

Reporter question 2:

You've never faced a mean old barbarian before! I think Eteiseth is going to wipe the arena stands with your corpse!

Mantaroth growls and walks to the front of the crowd, reaching in to grab the offending goblin by the throat and raising him into the air. But just before Mantaroth could squeeze the life from the reporter, Eteiseth's voice could be heard.

"Put him down, minotaur. If its death you yearn for, I will send you to whatever god you wish."

Mantaroth, growled, releasing the goblin that fell to the ground. The goblin stood up with wide-eyes and began rubbing his neck in excitement. "I am never washing this again!"

Mantaroth and Eteiseth square off eye to eye. The whistling of an air born axe is heard flying through the air and lands in the side of the wall between Mantaroth and Eteiseth.

"Save it for the fight, lads." Randorf says as he retrieves his axe.

Once again the reporters burst out all at once trying to ask questions. Darbolg says "Uncle would you mind finishing this up? Ah 'ave ta get back ta meh boat an' finish up tha' keg o' beer ah tapped this mornin'." Darbolg yells "Thanks uncle!" As he walks off behind stage.

A reporter asks "Randorf, how will the contenders for the Althainian championship get chosen?"

"We'll take the top 4 ranked volunteers. If you will excuse us, I think its best we get these two separated. I'll see you all Tuesday night."

"One last question" a dwarven lady asked with a flirtatious wink.

"Uhh... Sure lass. Ask mae anything." Randorf said almost too eager.

"What does this title fight mean for the AGL and how would you rate its anticipation compared to previous title under Torin, Nashkell and Maxx?"

Randorf looked serious for a moment. "Well, every fight we had for Maxx was exciting and not disappointing until he fell to Nashkell. Nashkell never got a successful defense as Torin took him for it on the first fight. I think its safe to say that Torin dominated the AGL during his time, never losing. However he stopped defending and we to exterminate him.. Err I mean his contract."

"So as far as what this means for the AGL, this is the first World Title Defense in a long time. But more importantly, it's a fresh start for a fresh champion and the beginning of his legacy and how he will be remembered in history. Mantaroth has all of the tools to be the next Maxx or the next Torin. Eteiseth has all of the tools to be the next "Giant killer" like Nashkell was. This fight will say a lot about both lads and their place in history and I look forward to seeing you all there Tuesday night as we crown a new Althainian Champion and see how these two lads will be remember."