"Kill him!" "Take him down!" "Odds 1.5:2.7." "Keep going!" "Twist that bastard's neck!"
The shouts of the fanatics merged into a wave of madness, with a thousand faces yelling and screaming around the octagonal arena, arms either skinny or brawny waving with the cries. Smoke, alcohol, sweat, blood, the intoxicating scent of illicit drugs, all melted into the oppressive underground air, drifting freely with the people's clamors. In the distance, the VIP seats reminiscent of ancient amphitheaters stacked up like building floors, where elegantly dressed people watched through binoculars, their eyes filled with a thicker passion than those of the lower-class.
"Countdown 10 seconds." The referee indifferently counted down, "10..."
