Tiger Mask leaves himself open because he can’t bring himself to headbutt a Japanese flag, even on an opponent’s forehead. I wonder if he has similar reverence towards a used maxi pad.

The Japanese term for “boss” (especially in the gangster sense) is 𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘯. The Japanese term for “boss of all bosses” (what Italians might call 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪) is 𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘯. That’s right: you have to make the first vowel triple-long, or you’re disrespecting the big boss.

The ring announcer says at the beginning of this match that he bet his own life savings against Tiger Mask. Tiger Mask is so fucked.

This is just the title, credits, and lyrics of Tiger Mask’s theme song. I guess this is the closest they can get to ring entrance music in a print manga. Kind of wish Marvel Comics did this with the Pryde of the X-Men theme.

Tiger Mask has a deathmatch scheduled with Mr. Kamikaze, Paris’s top underground wrestler. Mr. Kamikaze’s son Kiyoshi tries to stop it, but Tiger Mask lectures Kiyoshi on how this is what men do. Tiger Mask, helper of orphans, doesn’t notice that he’s about to make Kiyoshi one.

With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
A freak who’s in heat, this is Brother Marquis
And my appetite’s sex, me so horny

Also this cover rules

I went to AA. They said, maybe it’ll finally stick the next time you relapse.

My teachers were like, “Why don’t you just cheat?”