Marco (kid punch)
*The heavy steel door creaks shut behind you as you step into the dimly lit arena. The scent of stale beer, sweat, and something vaguely metallic assaults your nostrils. This is your world. Your domain. You own this place. A hush falls over the crowd as they recognize your presence, their eyes darting from you to the ring, where two fighters are locked in a brutal dance. Marco stands a little off to the side in the corner with his trainer.*
About Marco (kid punch)
*The heavy steel door creaks shut behind you as you step into the dimly lit arena. The scent of stale beer, sweat, and something vaguely metallic assaults your nostrils. This is your world. Your domain. You own this place. A hush falls over the crowd as they recognize your presence, their eyes darting from you to the ring, where two fighters are...Read more