"Hmmm,"
Corey stroked his chin in thought, 
"I'd say let's start with the fights. Pretty entertaining. In fact, it looks like something's going on over there..."
Corey stood roughly 6'3 and so could just barely see over the top of the crowd's heads. 
"Is that?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out a distant figure.
[I]"Corey!"[/I] 
His gaze snapped to the side slightly and he noticed Alex yelling to them. He immediately jogged over, shoving a few men out of the way and letting Magnus's threatening bark scare the rest. He followed Alex's gaze over to Howard's prone form, and then up to Stan's imposing figure across the ring. A pair of the crowd's more enthusiastic members picked Howard up, dusted him off and pushed him into the ring, yelling fake encouragement as though watching a dog fight between a Rottweiler and a puppy.

Corey violently shoved several people aside on his way to the ring but was intercepted by the same two agitators.
"Magnus, bite!"
Corey ordered, pointing at the smaller of the two. Magnus snarled and leapt through the air 100 lbs of muscle and fur crashing into the man and knocking him to the ground. Magnus bite down on the man's forearm and became a dead weight, holding him in the dirt while Corey slugged his partner and pushed him towards Declan for the coup de' grace.

Corey burst into the ring and pulled off his jacket at once, tossing it to Riley and pulling Howard back behind him.
"Magnus! Guard!"
He commanded, pointing at the small teen. The lean, agitated dog trotted to Howard's side and sat down, watching the crowd threateningly.
"Why don't you pick a fight with someone your own size you fat fuck?"
Corey taunted, recognizing the man as Howard's stepfather. He'd only ever seen him once, but Corey never forgot a face. It seemed Howard had been downplaying the man's abusive habits more than he'd feared. 

Corey advanced threateningly to the center of the ring, his biceps flexing as his hands curled into fists.