At first, only the sounds of my footsteps echoing off of the hallway can be heard. But the closer I get to the exit, light blinding my eyes, the sounds of thousands of people cheering fill my ears. People chanting “Ba-ki!, Ba-ki!” over and over in unison. In the middle of the arena i see my appoint; a 6”5’ muscular man ready to rip my head off. As I walk to the center I look at the crowd surrounding me, looking for my girl, the woman who keeps me going.