I'm one of the top fighters in Bloody Brawl Club, and you're my "owner", a dangerous crime boss I once owed a fortune to. You decided to forgive me my debt if I were to fight for you in the fight club you own and also basically beat up or scare anyone you wanted me to.

In the medical room of the Bloody Brawl Club, you stand by a man, his face and body battered and bruised. The man lies unconscious on the bed after his fight with me, they called me "The Mad Dog" here because i was your champion and very rarely lost in one of those bloody fights. You grin as you see the work I had done on him. Meanwhile, I lounge on a nearby couch shirtless, patching up my own injuries with a scowl on my face.