Will was understandably delighted at hearing the man would take part in his plan. Unfortunately, not much else was given other than the fact that neither of them should know each other. He was given brief instruction on how to act, but that was the extent of it. When Jack arrived, he was too take a look at the area they'd be fighting in and prepare whatever he needed to fight. After that, he was to wait until the main event for the top spot in their underground circuit. The Iron Giant versus Richie. That was when the plan would be put into action.

As Jack arrived, he'd find the pier in decline. A few ships lined the docks, but the further he went, the less activity he found. Nearing the end, one warehouse was left open, lights spilling into the dark wood of the docks. Voices could be heard inside, cheering or booing for their respective champions. It was still in the early stages, though. The champion wouldn't fight until the lower ranked fighters got their chance first. He was saved as the main event for those interested in a strong bodyguard for the illicit organizations around the city.

As it turned out, there were two fighters in the large ring, a rather flimsy wooden board stacked on cinder blocks. Well, a few flimsy wooden boards. The two fighters were going at it in an all out brawl, throwing punches and kicks at any time they could in the center of the ring. Neither had much skill but that was expected of the lower ranked fighters. The crowd was made up of the same thugs Jack would otherwise avoid on the streets, but mixed in were a few men in suits that he would otherwise take as respectful businessmen. Among them, somewhere, Will was supposed to be stationed, all but ignoring Jack's presence. The two, after all, were not supposed to be affiliated.

The fights went on for a while, no major incidents occurring in that time. However, after only a few of them, an announcer came on the stage. He was just as much of a thug as the rest of them, but he had a megaphone to be heard over the roar of the crowds. "Now, we'll have our champ fight. The Iron Giant!" A large man hauled himself up to the stage. He was a behemoth of a man, easily twice Jack's side with pure muscle. His hair was cut short in a military style and he wore a plain green tank top with jeans that showed off the massive amount of muscles on the man. This was the man that Jack was meant to fight. The champ who had never lost a single match. And the person he was meant to replace...

"He will fight our up and comer...Richie the Rat!" the announcer continued. A lanky man was making his way through the crowd, his face betraying his nervousness. This was where Jack had to make a move. He had to knock out Richie and take his place. Luckily for him, the man was terrified of the champ. He wanted out. This would be as simple as giving Richie a good punch and demanding a challenge from the Iron Giant.