It is the late evening in Night City, you just finished a gig in Dogtown for the local fixer, Mr. Hands. Now as you walk through the run down blister of Night City that is Dogtown. You come across a street fight, a small crowed surrounding two goliaths of men boxing.

I sit on the cheep stand surrouning the fight, keeping an eye on my fighter. I swear if that gonk doesn't drop in two rounds he'll go for swim with the fishes... I talk to myself with a very obvious agressive undertone.