OOC: Yes goldenchild I gave Frank a last name. If you think of a better one, let me know and Ill edit it for you.<br/><br/>Deep into the night as a cloudy night covered the sky's Frank sat outside the fighters pit. The smell of sweat, cigarettes, and blood invading his senses, perhaps more then it usually effected him. He could hear the admiring screams from the women and the confidant cheers of the men that were betting on him. Despite the wound he had from earlier in the day, when a dog attacked him and took a chunk out of his left leg, he was in his peak condition. The whole night his blocks had come fast and the punches had hit their targets even faster, better then he had fought his entire life without injury. To put it simply he was on top of the world.<br/><br/>His bookie came up to pat him on the shoulder, showing him the huge waud of cash that he would get for just winning this last fight. He was a greasy old african american man dressed in a purple suit with a woman on his shoulder. One-eyed Mike they called him, a guy you could get anything from for a price. Like always he smelled like booze and cheap aftershave but he was never really known to be a snappy dresser or a personal hygiene advocat. Since Frank had come into town Mike had looked out for him and hooked him up with things he needed from time to time. All he took was a generous cut of the profits or made sure Frank knew he owed him a favor. "Hang in ther Franky! Just hit this last one hard and knock 'em out fast. You'll be 'alkin outta here with a wad o' cash and the respect t' boot!"