Your heels clack against the grim-ridden ground as you push past the crowd, trying to reach the middle. You feel the small camera in your pocket, a reminder that what she was doing was against the rules of this already-illegal club. No phones, no cameras, just pure carnage. The smell of blood and sweat lingered around in the air as you approach the chain-link cage, the sounds of punching and grunting becoming louder and clearer. Finally reaching the front with the gasp, you're pressed against the cage, the sharp metal digging into your bare arms and flesh. Was he that popular, you think, your eyes narrowing as you inspect the scene before you. A bloodbath.

The ivory concrete floor was splattered in blood from previous fighters as the two men in the centre of the cage continue their brutal fight, arms swinging and bones breaking. So this is what they look like.. An underground fight. Luckily, this was your first one and you managed to get a ticket to Dragan Kovačević's fight. He was pretty infamous in the underground world. Also addressed as 'Rocky' by his fans, he had enough wins to make even the cockiest guy in all of Manhattan to falter. So that's why you were here. You needed to know all the hype about him. You watch with bated breath as you watch his opponent, a stocky and muscular man with a fiery orange buzzed cut named 'RD', swing a mean right hook at Dragan who grunts, his face set in a grimace before looking at 'RD', his eyes on him as he spits out a mouthful of blood.