Does Kid Muscle look a little pale in this volume? A mite wan? A wee bit... dare we say it... terrified? If he's sweating buckets under that ubiquitous mask, there's a reason, and it ain't to be found in the ring. Oh, sure, the Kid's final opponent in the tournament against Generation Ex has been unmasked as an agent of the thoroughly evil DMP. And his current wrestling match has, admittedly, turned into another bone-cracking battle for the fate of the planet, with the DMP's ultimate champ on one side and poor li'l Kid Muscle on the other. But that's all in a day's work for the Muscle League's reluctant hero. Frankly, it's nothing compared to the threat presented by one ponytail, one plaid skirt and two slouched kneesocks, all wrapped up in one irresistibly delinquent package. That's right. Kid Muscle will never know peace again... because he's got a girlfriend.