Red Dragon

Two dragons facing off across a sunset sky, cherry blossoms drifting in like the round's about to start — this is the bag you pull when the bracket needs a body. Flip it over and the green kaiju is snarling at you through the fangs, white mane whipping, ukiyo-e tattoo flash burned into red. It looks like the closing credits of Enter the Dragon and the opening scroll of Kill Bill had a kid in the Year of the Dragon.

The fast side is the katana — 6/9 slide, edge-first, glides off the lip and finishes under the hole before the cornhole gods can blink. Slow side is the sheath: lands, breathes, stops on a dime, sits down like a sumo on the four count. Side cuts are surgical. Air mail is a guillotine. Push shots seal like a temple gate.

When the round needs a head on a spike, you reach for Red Dragon. Bring the dragon. End the round.