Lena appeared at the edge of the cage, slipping past security. Her face was unreadable as she approached Jack.
"Nice work," she said, her tone neutral. "But it's not over."
Jack frowned, wiping blood from his face. "What do you mean?"
Lena glanced toward the Syndicate's private box, where the leader sat, his expression cold and calculating.
"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.