The ground shook with the rumble of the crowd. Some of rage, some of anger as strangers bet on the fighters. The floorboards shake with the force of it.

The fighter, Feng Xiao, formerly known as Sensei Wolf. Before everything was taken from him, ripped from his fingers like candy from an infant. He felt weak, everything he had built. Put effort into. Gone.

But he knows that weakness is defined by effort, that he will never be weak if he can fight. So he does, in an underground boxing ring. His back, sheen with sweat as he beat the other fighter to a pulp, his scarred back illuminated by the grimy ring lights.