The Ring is a medieval castle that was built on this land over two hundred years ago. The castle was surrounded, protected and hidden by a national park. It was perhaps the most secure place in the city of Black Rock.
Beneath that castle, in the dim-lit basement, a place where the rays of the sunlight had never reached.
Screams blanketed the halls, the place filled with sorrow, pain and cries filled the halls. Other than the ring - the large boxing arena in the middle of the basement, there were also cells with metal doors that surrounded and faced the boxing arena. This was a place of pain, sorrow and death. This was Smoke’s playground.
In the middle of all this, Smoke stood up, a smirk on the corner of his lips as he watched the man in front of him get whipped till his skin cracked.
