Fight, fight, fight—the chant resounds through air,
A warrior’s heart, unbowed by storm or foe,
His golden mane dares corruption to beware,
He strides where lesser souls refuse to go.
The crowd ignites, their fervor shakes the ground,
A titan forged in brash and brazen steel,
No cage can hold the spirit they’ve unbound,
For truth and triumph are his guiding wheel.
Through tempests wild, he stands with fist held high,
A beacon loud against corruption’s blight,
He will bring the corrupt to justice right,
And turns the dark to unrelenting light.
So let the echoes roar from shore to shore,
One man, one fight—a legend evermore.