Silence descended over the warehouse. No one said a word. The sprawled out Rat moaned in pain from the blow, waiting until the majority of the attention was off of him to sneak away. Will, from his spot in the crowds, used a finger to push his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before turning to talk quietly to a nicer dressed man beside him. The champ himself...just looked unimpressed.

"Tiny wants a fight?" he asked. "Fine. This won't take long." He reached up, cracking his neck to the side before stepping forward. "I'll even let the 'nuke' have the first blow." He smiled condescendingly at Jack as a roar of laughter came from the crowd. It was clear who they thought would win.

Not that they were wrong. The man was massive and Jack was untrained. Whatever plan Will had for him to win was not disclosed. It was too late to back out now, though.