The men were tanks who hit like sledgehammers. Even Ryan, who fought without rules, cringed every time he heard a punch land. It never ceased to amaze him when someone stood steady afterward. The sound of the crowd, no matter how small the fighter’s name, always roared as loud as a packed stadium at a football game. He understood why Malik wanted it. This was no joke. It was the epitome of fame. Malik would rule the world and give Logan a lifestyle he could only dream of having. It was a husband’s dream come true. Ryan spotted Sam before he found his seat. Like Malik, Sam stood almost a foot taller than everyone else. It was a trait Ryan had always admired. While he wasn’t short by any means that reach would be one hell of advantage in his career. Sam smiled and held his hand out as Ryan slid into the empty spot beside him. “Hey, man. I’m glad you made it,” Sam said, yelling to be heard over the crowd. Ryan matched his pitch. “Of course, I ducked out of tonight’s fights as soon as my match ended.
