~Jeremy’s POV~

Adrenaline. Danger. Anticipation.

The roars coming from the crowd surrounding me only fueled my blood. I could feel myself boiling. I flexed my chest as I approached the ring, the smell of sweat, blood, and beer reminding me that ‘here’ is exactly where I wanted to be.

The cage was my altar. My battlefield. Across me stood a beast of a man, chest gleaming under the lights, fists like boulders, ready to crush me. Bets had already been placed on us, hungry eyes watching, ...