Cold was the evening air that night. No, cold could not even come close to describing it. At the North Pole, everything is but an icy wasteland. So desolate it's a miracle to call this place home. Everywhere as far as the eye can see is nothing but ice and snow. Constantly storming for days on end. No human would dare enter its frozen maw in fear of a snowy grave.

Except for one man, who drudged onward through the blizzard with ease. The storm cast a veil over them so nothing could be seen. Nothing but a wide wicked smile glowing through the shrouds as it made its way forward. Like a predator stalking its prey. A gleam in its eyes as it came across its target. A faint glow shining in the distance with nothing in its way.

Deep into the wilderness, they lied, something no one would have expected. A large cottage sitting alone in a frozen cave. Hidden well by the storm and snow. The lights glowing in the windows show that it was indeed inhabited. But by who?

The lone figure let out a laugh as it neared the gates of the large home. Nothing stood in its way as they reached the large barn door. A muscular hand reaching over to knock.

"Just come in already, child. I know you're here." An elderly voice rang from the other side of the door. Making the figure's smile widen even more.

The door opened to a bright flash of light, soon dimmed down to reveal a fire burning brightly. A faint trail of smoke misting the air leading to a single chair sitting beside the flames. The figure walked over calmly, staring intently at a burly old man dressed in red. A long white beard flowing from his face, catching some stray ashes that blew out of his pipe.

"Now what is it that you want?" The old man stood up from his chair, standing at eye level with his guest. "Yujiro Hanma."

"Well, well, well. Looks like old age hasn't affected your memory now has it?" Yujiro smoked madly as the veins in his muscles twitched in excitement. "So tell me, old Saint Nick, have I been naughty? Or nice?"

"I think we both know the answer to that question, brat." Santa growled angrily as he gripped at his coat. Tearing away its fabric and shredding it to pieces. 

"But I'll be generous and give you a gift anyway." He said, making Yujiro smirk demonically. 

"Now we're talking you damn geezer!"

The two fighters looked upon one another in silence. They each took one step towards the other, cracking their knuckles with readied fists. Throwing a punch at one another's face, landing a brutal blow.

"Merry Fucking Christmas! Asshole!"

"And to all a fucking good fight!"