He disappeared into the rainy night, leaving the Red Circle—and five broken men—behind him.
The Grappler lunged, trying to take the fight to the floor, but Viktor caught him in a clinch, using the man as a human shield against the brothers' strikes. With a sharp twist, he sent the Grappler into the corner post. He disappeared into the rainy night, leaving the
Now it was personal. The brothers charged together, a wall of muscle. Viktor dropped low, swept the legs of the first, and used the falling body as a stepping stone to launch a flying knee into the second. Now it was personal
"You're a madman, Viktor," the promoter whispered. "Why take a five-to-one bet?" "You're a madman, Viktor," the promoter whispered
As Viktor walked out of the ring, bruised and bloodied, the promoter approached him with a stack of bills.