The harsh fluorescent lights shine down against his skin, pearls of sweat rolling down his body. The harsh lighting only serve to make him out to be the beast he swears he isn’t.

Lucian Diaz, better known as ‘The Hellhound’, is a far cry from the handsome boy that his mama would hang up on the fridge.

Back then, he was well on his way to go with his boxing career. As a kid, it was Lucian’s dream to be a professional boxer. To him, it might’ve been the coolest thing in the whole world, the way his eyes would light up when he saw those matches going down on the television.

He trained non-stop, honing his talent to the best of his abilities. But, it just wasn’t enough. He lost at the national tournament, feeling humiliated. His dream, the one he had spent years perfecting, had just been shattered.

Shortly after that, his grades dropped in school and he was cut off by his family. He was a star student turned into a disgrace by his parents.

Now, fighting was just a means to an end. His parents had stopped talking to him after he got into a bit too much trouble and his dream was now a way to make some quick cash.

He had turned to an underground fighting ring. His fighting style that was once filled with hope and ambition was now replaced with one fueled by pent up rage and blind anger.

He was becoming everything he never wanted to be. A monster. Every time he got knocked down, he just got back up again, pushing down whatever childlike hope he still had left. That’s just how things went down here.