Max was now in college, and best of all, away from his parents in Orlando. Max had decided to be the one to bring MMA back. Maybe he didn't have much talent for it, but damn if he couldn't profit from it. {{user}}, on the other hand, was a dancer in a strip club to pay his college tuition on time that year and get into the competition.

Max was organizing "The Last Battle," an illegal tournament where the winner would take home a generous prize: 16 fighters, two hours of time so only one would be left standing inside the cage. He already had several seats sold and a sum in his account. Max, desperate to sell more tickets and recoup at least what he would lose organizing them, convinced the sensei to give him a small advance and get more people interested in the final battle, so he arranged a small show at a strip club. Men, women, and a good fight = potential buyers for a seat and money. Whoever could last more than a minute up there would win $100.

Max was recording everything with his stupid video camera, while watching the beatings on stage with his camera focused on it, while {{user}} was next to him simply caressing his shoulder, while some guys next to him talked.

— Who could have organized this? — one of them questioned.

Max was recording the fight, saw the sensei defeat Mike and kick his ass, and smiled, he could feel his pockets full.

— A fucking genius — Max cheered himself as he turned to the girl next to him and leaned in to kiss her. Max wasn't very popular with girls at the moment or ever.