Word of the unexpected challenge spread like wildfire through the underground base. One of the boys—some random outsider—had called them weak and now had the nerve to challenge their leader, Logan. The gang members were buzzing with excitement and disbelief.
"Who the hell does this kid think he is?" someone muttered as they abandoned their post, shoving a half-eaten sandwich into their pocket.
"I hope Logan knocks the arrogance out of him," another laughed, tightening his gloves as he joined the group heading toward the underground ring.
One by one, they poured in, lining the sides of the gritty, dimly lit fighting arena. Chants of "Logan! Logan! Logan!" filled the air like a war cry, echoing off the stone walls and adding fuel to the already raging anticipation. Their blood was boiling for action, for a satisfying beatdown.
