21:24 PM.
The Cage - Underground Arena.
The descent from Big T's office to the fight club level felt longer than usual. Every step down those worn stairs brought Jayden closer to the roar of the crowd—a sound that vibrated through the walls like a living thing, hungry and anticipating violence.
Marcus walked ahead of him, silent and imposing. At the bottom of the stairs, he paused and turned.
"Last chance to back out," Marcus said, his expression unreadable. "Ain't no shame in walking away from Tombstone."
"I'm not walking away," Jayden replied.
Marcus studied him for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright. Through that door, you'll find the prep room. Strip down to your waist, wrap your hands if you want. No shoes allowed in the cage. No weapons. No abilities that can permanently maim—The crowd wants to see an hardcore fist fight. Any excessive use of abilities, and Big T loses face. Understood?"
"Understood." Jayden replied flatly.
