"Ladies and gentlemen!" The announcer yelled to the roar of the crowd, his voice amplified by whatever spell he was using.
No matter how loud he yelled in here, nobody would be able to hear it up in the city.
The fight clubs were always meticulously prepared. Othello was sure they had sound dampeners working around the clock.
"It is the fight you've all been waiting for!" The announcer yelled. "Standing at 6 foot tall and 180 pounds, and with a 20 match winning streak, 13 by knockout, we have our reigning champion, the Thresher!"
The crowd was whipped into a frenzy, chanting "Thresher! Thresher! Thresher!"
The man stomped into the ring, muscles bulging. He was tall, with a shaved head and a full beard. He was bare-chested, and had only trousers on.
He threw his head back and roared, to the adulation of the crowd.
Othello leaned forward in his private booth, his eyes narrowed as he stared down the man.
