The heavy, sickening crack of a neck snapping echoed over the roar of the underground crowd.Killian didn't step back. He stood over the massive Russian fighter, his chest heaving, sweat and blood dripping from his dark hair. The man at his feet twitched once, and then his body went completely slack against the chain-link floor.It was a death match. The only kind of fight Killian had sought out for the past three months. No referees, no bells, no submissions. Only one man walked out of the cage alive.The crowd screamed, a chaotic mix of money exchanging hands and raw, bloodthirsty adrenaline, but Killian didn't hear any of it. He looked down at his taped knuckles. They were split open, the white fabric soaked in dark crimson. The sharp, biting physical pain burned through his nerves. It was the only thing that managed to temporarily quiet the deafening noise in his head.Killian ducked through the metal doors of the cage and walked down the damp concrete corridor toward the locker r
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