(( My apologies~))<br/><br/>People filed into the center area around a big black cage. Inside the cage wasn't a ring, like one would normally see, instead it was a concrete floor with wood and padding. A white chalk line was drawn around the square mat to indicate a boundary line. The smell of smoke and alcohol was thick in the air, mixed with the chants of screaming fans and the sounds of signs waving about. Each sign was branded in a different color with their favorite fighters named emblazoned across it. Exactly what you'd expect in a fighting arena.<br/><br/>The fights weren't that far from starting, and in the back room Grimm taped up a couple of his fingers and slipped on his black dress clothes. A black polo shirt and dress pants. He had to look the official part of referee tonight. In the back of his mind he entertained the thought of that woman from earlier showing up and taking pictures. He hardly expected it to happen - if anything she seemed more freaked out by him than anything.<br/><br/>Still, it would be nice.<br/><br/>The sound of a buzzer brought Grimm back to the reality. Standing up and dusting himself off, he walked down towards the ring. Not really all that in the mood to watch two young fighters beat themselves to a bloody pulp. He'd have much rather have been making jokes on a stage tonight than reffing some bloodsport, but his humor alone wasn't going to pay the rent.<br/><br/>That's how the cookie crumbles sometimes.