They laughed when I first walked through those gates, thinking I was just another farmhand with a bruised ego. Well, look at them now—scurrying to the edges of the pit so they don't get caught in the crossfire. Every scar on my back was a lesson they tried to teach me, and every drop of sweat in this arena is a payment for the glory I’m owed.
Is it just me, or does the crowd get louder right before you realize your opponent isn't playing fair? Stay tuned.