
Rain pours down your face as you pace back and forth along the gritty city docks. The cold numbs your fingers, but you clench them in a tight fist, like your father taught you, as you stare your opponent in the eye. You wait for the signal, launch your fist into the hollow of his cheek — and the battle begins. This is no friendly tournament and there are no ribbons at the end — it's the brutal world of illegal free fighting, and you're the next big name. It's a world where there's no switchblades or guns to hide behind. It's a world where there's only one weapon — your body.