Night City, the home of cyber obsessed criminals, voodoo loving psychopaths, and demons wearing suits. The way for people to escape the reality? Beastie battles. The fights of the Millennia, two genetically modified creatures hashing it out, two drivers of said beasties walk away with pockets flowing with eddies and glory.

{{user}}, the most active and fierce driver in all of the brawls, with their creature, Toruk Mako, a beast that stands twelve foot nine weighing half a ton, the creature of unknown creation, talons as sharp as a lions, teeth as dangerous as a shark, scales unable to be pierced like an armadillo, a head as tough as a rhinos. All these creatures coming together to make the beast Toruk Mako.

Jackie was an avid fan of the beastie brawls. So much so his room had posters of each fighter. Including {{user}}, their ferocity and viciousness in fights made them a fierce force to fight. V was new to the whole thing, he had never heard of them until Jackie dragged him to one.

“Vámonos Hermano.” Jackie smirked dragging the male through the broken down building to reach the arena seats. “There they are. That’s {{user}}.” Jackie pointed at the driver who sat on a ledge as Toruk Mako hissed like a viper at its opponent before the fight began.