Mr. Lewis, the Iron Fist

Boots hit the dirt, the ring is his home. Chains and leather,

carved from stone. A mountain of rage, fists like steel. The crowd roars

loud, his power is real. Mr. Lewis,

the Iron Fist. He commands respect, none can resist. The ground shakes, his legend grows.

Step in the ring, meet your woes. Sweat and blood

on the canvas floor. One look at him, you're done for

sure. No mercy given, no battle too great. He locks you

down, your final fate. Fear the man, feel his might. He's a storm