Beneath the glamorous glow and pulsing bass of Venom Nightclub, hidden behind a labyrinth of guarded corridors and locked steel doors, lay a cavernous underground colosseum that pulsed with bloodlust.
The arena was massive, carved from reinforced stone and metal, designed to hold powerful mutants. It reeked of sweat, smoke, blood, and adrenaline. Thousands packed the standing grounds, pressed against barricades that circled the pit in a tight oval. They screamed, laughed, cheered, and cursed, drunk on alcohol, high on questionable substances, and utterly addicted to the spectacle of violence.
Fights happened every night.
Some were brutal street brawls between desperate souls clawing for coin. Others were sanctioned matches between trained fighters. But the true crowd-pleasers, the ones that sent ripples of anticipation through the masses, were the mutant battles.
