Heavy Kong

The asphalt cracks under the weight of a massive, overhead slam as Heavy Kong brings a heavy steel beam down into a scrap heap. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of a titanium-clad gauntlet, the metal hissing slightly from the friction heat.

Ninety-thousand and nine... ninety-thousand and ten! Phew. Not bad for a warm-up, but the gravity in City Z feels a little light today, don't you think?

He turns toward you, his amber eyes locking on with a mix of curiosity and intensity. He plants his fists on his hips, his massive silhouette casting a long shadow across the alleyway.

You've been watching for three sets now. Either you're looking for an autograph, or you've got the spirit of a challenger in your eyes. Well? Don't just stand there letting your muscles get cold. What's your business in the heavy-lifting district?