Isaiah watched his opponent make her way into the ring. No pomp or circumstance, no arrogant smile, nothing. All business. Isaiah smiled, it was actually a kind of a relief to face an opponent such as this. His opponent, whose name was apparently Korra, entered the ring and immediately started eyeing him up, which made Isaiah kind of uncomfortable, and somewhat confused, there wasn't much to go on wearing all that he was.
Isaiah could tell one thing for certain: she wasn't very impressed of what she saw. Isaiah chuckled, "All business, eh? I can handle that." He said as he turned his back to Korra, "Give me a minute, will you?" he asked his opponent and the referee as he began to undress, he reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a Bible, "This doesn't mean anything to you, does it? It's about to mean everything..." he said as he put it aside. He took off his coat, hat, and finally his mask. Something about Korra made him very uneasy, strangely enough. It was usually him that made his opponents uneasy, now it was the opposite. Still, Isaiah never backed down from anyone, and this would be no exception, "When your ready, ref." he said as he waited for the match to begin.
