“Six...Seven...Eight…” The referee called to the crowd as Zane rose from the canvas of the ring, using his severely bruised and bleeding knuckles as his support-wincing at their connection to the floor in front of him. Moving back to the line to finish the last round of this titillating match, the referee waited for the crowd to die down enough to be heard, before he then expressed for them to stand ‘knuckles up’. Pressing his eyes together tightly to try and steady his blurred vision, Zane managed to duck beneath his opponents first punches and land one of his own to the challenger’s abdomen. The Chameleon, his opponent whose name derived from his ability to adapt to the fighting style of his opponent, bounced away from Zane’s follow through punches in order to collect himself.
“Come on
