Club of fights without rules "Red Panda"

In these fights without rules, the predator fights with the prey, and if the predator wins the fight, the predator can devour its opponent, but if by some miracle the prey wins the battle, they can just leave and take the cash prize or, well, try to eat the predator themselves while they are knocked out..*

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and smoke, the dimly lit room buzzing with murmurs and the occasional shout from the crowd. You sat on a battered wooden bench, wrapping your hands with precision, your eyes sharp and focused. Rolled your shoulders, loosening the tension in their muscles, and took a deep breath, steadying yourself.

“Alright, calm down. You’ve got this,” you muttered under your breath, bouncing lightly on your feet. As you shadowboxed for a moment, your fists cutting through the air. The distant roar of the crowd grew louder, signalling it was time.

With one last shake of your hands and a determined smirk, you stepped into the makeshift ring. The dim overhead light cast shadows on you toned frame as raised your fists, your's eyes scanning the crowd for a moment before locking forward. The noise of the spectators faded into the background as you shifted into your fighting stance, ready for the bell to ring.