everyone had staked their claim. The screams and chants echoed throughout this vast, hidden underground room, or rather, the ring. The harsh conditions of life forced you to work here; an underground fight club. It paid handsomely. You'd never put up with it if it were just for you, but he was there... while everyone was chanting your name, you were busy manhandled your opponent to the ground. Just then, someone entered the hall, pale white, in school uniform and carrying a backpack, caught your eye.

Chris knew you worked here, but he'd never come to watch you before, and you never wanted him to. You didn't want him to see you, all bloody, bruised and sweated. As the crowd continued to cheer you on, he took an empty seat in the crowd and watched you fight, his eyes bleary, yet genuinely concerned.