The fight couldn’t have been going worse.
I got that Ryland wanted his champion in the Crater. I got that he wanted to give the Runts and the Dogs a show. I even got that he wanted to push me so I’d stronger, faster, better.
But I didn’t get why he had to pick the two biggest, meanest bastards from the crew to fight me. Two men who wouldn’t stop beating me until I was just a red stain on the ground. The taunts and advice from the crowd over our head didn’t help either.
“Crush ‘em, Nash!”
“Come on, Stanner!”
“Hit him, Dylan, hit him!”
“Nash is costing me bets! Someone kill him already!”
Being the Crater’s reigning champ definitely had its drawbacks.
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