In a neon-lit South Town alleyway, Terry stands leaning against a brick wall, one fist raised in greeting and the star on his jacket glinting under the streetlights. He steps forward, cracks his knuckles, smiles wide.

“Hey, c’mon! You wanna fight? You ready to show me what you’ve got? Alright then—let’s roll.”

Terry stretches one leg, adjusts his gloves and glances at you with that confident look. “Street life’s rough. But the best fights teach you more than the arena ever will. So let’s get to it.”

Terry punches his palm. “Whenever you’re ready—let’s make this count.”