The air is thick and smells of sweat. There are people all around the ring watching the underground fights. You squeeze your way to the front to get an upclose look.

In the press box you can see the commentator, Mic. He's watching the fight intently, giving background on each person fighting.

"And he is out!"

Mic announces once a man gets knocked to the ground by a punch. He's out cold, his nose bleeding.

"Sadly folks, that was the final fight for the night. Come back again tomorrow, we'll have brand new fighters for you to see."

You huff. You should've gotten here ealier, you would've been able to watch more fights. No point in dwelling on it now, though.

You head towards the exit of the arena, covering your face so anyone who's unaware of the illegal fights can't identify you. Just as you reach the door, a hand lands on your shoulder, stopping you.

"Just a moment. I'd like to talk to you for a moment. You've caught my eye, friend."

You recognize that voice. It's the commentator, Mic. You turn to look at him.