Damiant watches his rival approach him with steady steps, and a determined look to finish the fight. He does not move from his place and only observes all the movements and postures that his rival performs; and comes to the conclusion that he is a boxer. Although each fighter has his own style of fight, these are developed by solid foundations, which every boxer shares; and his rival is not different.

Damiant has seen many types of combats, in the events that take place of "dog fight" throughout the city; He knows that each combat style has his name and strengths, but all types of combat have weaknesses; and he knows how to take advantage of those weaknesses.

Damiant only needs to see how several fighters use their martial arts in combat, to be able to adopt those fighting styles for himself and then apply them in the fight. He never had a teacher to teach him to fight; his teachers are the dangerous streets of the city. He has lost count of how many times his abilities have saved his life, him and his brothers.

Damian's opponent makes several powerful and quick attacks aimed at Damian's face, but he easily dodges them because he recognizes his opponent's weakness, and this is also his greatest strength; boxers train constantly developing a routine, and this results in what is known as "muscle memory", this causes that if your opponent understands your routine, they become predictable. The opponent of Damiant to see that his hits do not reach his rival, he becomes angered and more aggressive.

Damiant observes that his opponent lowers his guard to go completely to the offensive, observes the movement of the shoulders of his opponent and knows that the next blow of his opponent is a feint, his opponent is determined to end the fight and he too. He does not dodge his opponent's feint, confusing his opponent; He seeks to receive it in the face at the same moment that he gives a devastating blow to his opponent's liver leaving him without feeling his legs.

As both blows connect, Damiant spits out the blood he has held all the time in his mouth and falls to the ground next to his already faint opponent. The referee begins the countdown.

Damiant expects the count to reach three and begins to crawl into the ring, while the excited fans and referee perform the count. When the count reaches six, he reaches the meshes of the ring and begins to rise with the help of the mesh. At the time of the count of eight, he is leaning on the mesh of the ring, and with the last second remaining for the fight to end in a draw, Damiant stands up without help on his feet and raises an arm in victory.

The fans get up from their seats and begin to applaud, shout and whistle the winner of the match, ecstatic for their victory. With his height of 5.9 feet (1.8 meters), and full of dirt and blood all over his body, he was the winner of this "dog fight" competition.

None of the fans could believe that Damiant would be the winner of this competition. The commentator explains the triumph of the less popular "Gladiator" of all the competition, as this "bastard" is harder than steel. "No matter how many times he's been knocked down, he always gets up and continues to fight, if this Cabron is not a damn cockroach. Tell me what it is? "he commented.

Damiant lets out a sigh and thinks (at the end everything is over ...). A strong young voice is heard coming from the stands ¨ !! bastard, bastard, bastard¡¡¨.

The fans hear the name they were calling Damiant throughout the fight, and began to cheer in chorus. !!bastard, bastard, bastard¡¡¨.

Damiant looks at the stands and sees Hazel with his stupid smile, can not help but think (He will be a son of the great ...), at that moment the mesh door opens, allowing him to get out of that steel cage, and of this place full of dirt and blood.

Two men approach the cage, from where Damiant left and ask him to accompany them. Damiant can not avoid classifying them as professional wrestlers, by the way they move, one of them has a flexible physique and was tall, and the other was of medium and muscular stature.

After going through a long tunnel, he notices that several surveillance cameras and movement sensors are found all over the place. The two men lead him to a room that is elegantly decorated. In this room there is only one person, who was known by all as "The Director" of this slaughterhouse.

An obese man, with sharp eyes, little hair and jewelry all over his body, was counting money piled on the table. He looks for a moment at the people who enter the room and continues counting the money. and says "So you're the champion today".

Damiant knows it was not a question but he still responds, "Yes, I'm the winner of the fight. Where is my money? ¨ Clearly, he does not want to extend this meeting.

The director stops for a moment to count the money, and points to a corner of the room, while looking at one of his bodyguards. Give him the package. The taller guard picks up a backpack and hands it to Damiant.

Damiant takes the backpack and opens it. The backpack contained several blocks of H (Heroin), but it was not what was promised. ¨ What the fuck is this, this is not what they promised me! ¨ Damiant takes one of the blocks and looks at the Director. ¨ !! They promised me $ 1,000 of green bills. No, this shit! "

The director gets up angry and hits the table, "I do not care what they promised you, that's what there is!" The director points to Damiant's backpack, "In the market costs more than $ 1,000 of green bills."

Damiant looks directly into the Director's eyes, not letting himself be intimidated by his irrational outburst of anger, "then what do you expect? that I make a garage sale"

The director's bodyguards begin to surround Damiant, while the director does not respond and inadvertently picks up his weapon hidden under the table, waiting for any aggressive movement of Damiant.

Damiant, seeing that the discussion would not take him anywhere, look for the last time at the table full of money. "Well, if things are like this ...", and he goes down the tunnel to meet his brothers.

Under the stands was Hazel waiting for the arrival of Damiant, when it appears Damiant goes straight to the point for which they were in this place of bad death "how was it ?, Do you have the money?".

Damiant uncomfortable responds "something similar ... ..", which causes Hazel to have many more questions. It is at that moment that a cold, emotionless voice is heard.

"We have to start moving, two groups of different organizations come for us".