"They won't let you walk out of here alive," she said.
The Syndicate leader stood, adjusting his tie. He picked up a microphone and spoke into the arena's sound system.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice oozing charisma, "we've witnessed an incredible fight tonight. But before we celebrate our new champion, let's not forget the cost of failure."
He snapped his fingers.
The arena lights dimmed, and a group of heavily armed operatives stormed the cage, surrounding Jack and Victor.
"Sh*t," Victor muttered, his hands clenching into fists.
Lena stepped in front of Jack, her stance defensive. "They're not here to congratulate you," she said grimly.
Jack raised his fists, his body screaming in protest. He was battered, bruised, and barely standing, but he wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"Bring it on," he said, his voice steady despite the odds.
The Syndicate leader's voice echoed again.