The air inside the Super Fight Championship arena was thick with anticipation. The crowd was buzzing, the lights were blinding, and the energy was electric. This wasn't just any fight—it was the under-card event, and the entire world was watching. Jack Hayes, known as The Ghost, walked through the tunnel, his fists wrapped tight, his body loose, and his mind locked in. Next to him, Victor grunted in approval.
"You ready for this?" Victor asked, his voice steady. Jack rolled his shoulders. "Always." Victor smirked. "Good. Because this kid's a killer. Fast hands, brutal elbows, and a gas tank that doesn't quit." Jack smirked. "Sounds fun." Victor slapped his back. "Then let's fucking go."
[ The Reaper's Arrival ]