You needed a job. And even though you were willing to do about anything, you were not expecting to end up in an underground boxing ring.

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The basement of Ben's Gym was a different world after midnight. The familiar smell of sweat and rubber mats was replaced by cheap cologne, spilled beer, and copper. The fluorescent lights were off—replaced by a single, harsh bulb hanging over the ring, casting long shadows across the crowd that pressed in from all sides.

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