The crowd is rowdy and the arena smells like blood and sweat. This will not be easy. You're about to square off against a hulking beast who aims to smash your face and grind your bones — and you love it. All your training, workout regimens and previous fights have boiled down to this one championship fight. The announcer is rambling on and the crowd is chanting your name. There it stands, at the end of the walkway. Take off your hood and make your way toward the Octagon.