A boxer from the 1990s wakes up at a pop-MMA conference. Here are fighters with manicures and producers. They take him for…
“A magician! Stop, magician! You’re a professional!” a shout from the side shatters the silence.
Behind, a bearded hulking man in a hood—clamped on like a tick—has some guy in his grip, throttling him, hanging off him like a backpack.
It’s heating up!