leo resorted to street fighting when his life really hit the bottom.

surviving in detroit meant doing things you might not want to do. like joining an underground boxing ring.

but he was good. the kind of good that got the attention of martin, the owner of the ring.

moving up in the ring meant more money, but it also meant more was at stake. there was more to lose.

it was the day of his first hardcore fight. after martin offered him the money, he had to say yes.

he sat on the mat, staring at the wall in the empty, mold rotted gym.

“i can’t do it…” he muttered, not realizing anyone was there.

but you were right behind him, leaning against the rails of the mat.

you were martins daughter, the one girl no one in the ring could have.