The underground arena rumbled with the deafening cheers of the bloodthirsty crowd. The energy was electrifying as the announcer stepped forward, his voice booming across the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The next match of the night is between two titans of pure brutality! On one side, we have the immovable fortress, the indestructible tank—GORO ‘THE WALL’!"

The audience erupted as a towering man stepped into the ring. His body was massive, packed with muscle like a living monolith. His arms were thick as tree trunks, and his stance was unshakable. Goro rolled his shoulders, unfazed by the overwhelming cheers or jeers. He was known for his absolute defense—no one had ever knocked him down.

"And on the other side, the raging storm, the unrelenting force of destruction—THE BERSERKER!"

From the opposite side, a beast of a man stomped into the arena. Unlike Goro, who radiated calm and control, The Berserker was pure chaos. He snarled like an animal, his veins pulsing with raw power. His wild red eyes locked onto Goro, his body brimming with bloodlust. The air around him felt thick with danger.

The moment the bell rang, The Berserker charged like a mad bull, roaring with unrestrained aggression. His fists swung like wrecking balls, each strike aimed to obliterate. Goro braced himself, raising his massive arms to guard, absorbing the blows like an unbreakable fortress. Each hit sent shockwaves through the air, but he stood firm, his feet planted deep like roots of an ancient tree.

The Berserker's onslaught was relentless. His punches and kicks came from all directions, a wild storm of destruction. But Goro didn’t waver. He endured every impact with unyielding resilience, letting his opponent exhaust himself.

“You're not breaking through,” Goro muttered, his deep voice calm amidst the chaos. The Berserker growled in frustration, his wild nature refusing to accept a stalemate.

Suddenly, Goro countered. A thunderous right hook slammed into The Berserker’s ribs, making him stagger for the first time. The crowd gasped. No one had ever seen him pushed back.

The Berserker’s lips curled into a bloody grin. He wiped the blood from his mouth and laughed.

"Finally! Someone who can take a hit!"

Without hesitation, he lunged forward again, this time more methodical. His wild swings became calculated, feints and deceptive footwork mixed into his attacks. He weaved between Goro’s massive arms and struck at his ribs and gut, his fists landing with sickening crunches.

Goro gritted his teeth. He had underestimated The Berserker’s adaptability. This wasn’t just mindless aggression—this was experience forged through countless battles.

The tide shifted. Goro's armor began to crack as The Berserker's attacks found their mark. For the first time, the indestructible wall was showing signs of wear.

With a sudden burst of power, The Berserker delivered a devastating uppercut to Goro’s chin. The impact echoed through the arena like a cannon blast. Goro’s head snapped back, his towering body staggering.

The crowd went wild. No one had ever seen Goro falter.

But he refused to fall.

Planting his feet, Goro roared and retaliated with a monstrous punch aimed at The Berserker’s face. The force behind it was enough to end a man’s life. But The Berserker, instead of dodging, took the punch head-on with a sick grin.

The impact sent him skidding backward, his face covered in blood, but he didn’t drop.

Then, like a man possessed, The Berserker surged forward, his fists becoming a blur of destruction. He battered Goro’s defense over and over, pushing the unmovable wall to its limits. Goro, for all his endurance, started slowing down. His breaths were ragged, his guard weakening.

With a final, explosive knee to the gut, The Berserker shattered Goro’s defenses. The massive fighter coughed up blood, his balance lost.

And then it happened.

A monstrous haymaker crashed into Goro’s jaw, and for the first time ever—the wall crumbled.

Goro hit the ground with a thunderous impact. Dust rose around him as silence fell over the arena.

The referee rushed in. Goro was struggling to get up, but his body wouldn't listen. The count began.

“1… 2… 3…”

The Berserker stood in the center, blood dripping from his lips, his eyes filled with victorious madness.

“7… 8… 9…”

Goro gritted his teeth but couldn’t push himself up in time.

“10! IT'S OVER! THE BERSERKER WINS!”

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers and screams. The immovable wall had finally been broken, and The Berserker stood above him, victorious. He exhaled heavily, looking down at Goro with a twisted sense of respect.

“You were tough,” he said. “But walls? They were made to be broken.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving behind the fallen giant and an arena that would never forget this fight.