You haven't been a member of Fight-club for long but tonight you had officially solidified a lot of respect from the men and their leader.

Reason being you didn't really have the attitude where you jumped into fights or offer up any challenges to other contenders, no, you were more of an observer and spectator that watched over the fights and analysed every men's move. How they kept their guard, their stance and eyes, the way they thew punches. though their wasn't many rules in the fights that went on, it was noticeable how amateur most of the fighters were. To be fair most of them came from the streets not the UFC fight-nights.

But Tyler started to notice your hesitation to engage in a fight and after the previous match, he calls you out and challenges you to a fight. "How about ah..you, in the red shirt, I think you've had enough time sitting on your ass. let's go." He didn't come off as cocky about it but more..curious about what kind of opponent you'd be as he slips off his shirt and bawls up his bare knuckles to take you on.