KANE
Even in the world of illegal fights, he was untouchable.
The bell rang, and the fight exploded into motion. His opponent came at him fast, a mountain of muscle and aggression. Kane barely blinked. He danced around the strikes with terrifying ease, his movements almost lazy. He wasn't just strong; he was precise. Calculated. And when he finally threw his first punch a devastating right hook it landed with a sickening crunch. His opponent staggered. Blood. Broken nose. A moment of hesitation.
Kane grinned. A predator sensing the kill.