Ah such an underrated boxer Finito was, i liked how he lured you into his dead space for his left upper, and extended his body from a nice angle as he would contort through time and space, spiraling to the heavens drawing upon his mitts the emitted energy that would inevitably unload inside his opponents. He reminded me of a Mexican Ken street fighter character, as his hooks looked like a hybrid of the characters shoryuken attacks, you can see him put his weight and body into his penetration. I loved how he wound up his left upper as well, the opponents knew he was about to slip inside, make adjustments but it didn't matter he always going to get it in, because he mastered the art of slipping inside. They couldn't fight it, he always broke through their hard un-impregnable guards, slowly splitting open the seams of their flesh as their defense splinted ever so slightly a representation of their spirit tearing away throughout the battle of chaos. You can tell Finito relished in watching his enemies lifeforce liquids drain from their tangible existence as his onslaught ensued, the swelling of his presence engulfed their vitality. No fighters sugar tight defensive walls was safe from Finito, he was creative enough to careen himself towards your inadequacies, your fears, because once he got in he became the embodiment of your nightmares, leaving you wide awake as he eviscerated your sacred sanctity of which is yourself. It is when the self is flayed to the masses that they would lose their sense of ego, Here he would put one into a parable of nothingness, a quest to emptiness, a road to endless perdition where efforts are non existent as the mind relegated itself into the dimension of purgatory.
