Ufc Skidrow -

Mickey "The Molar" Vance stood in the tunnel—a damp, leaking hallway that used to be a service corridor for the subway. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his toes squishing in the inch of grimy water that coated the floor. He wasn't fighting for a belt. He wasn't fighting for a ranking. He was fighting because the winner got a duffel bag containing three thousand dollars, a bottle of Oxycontin, and a hot meal. The loser got a ride in an unmarked van to the county morgue, or if they were lucky, the ER.

The Engine gagged, his flurry stopping for a split second. That was the opening. ufc skidrow

He looked down at The Engine. The kid’s eyes were wide, terrified, finally seeing the danger he was in. The crowd was screaming for blood. Finish him! Finish him! Mickey "The Molar" Vance stood in the tunnel—a