A boxer from the ’90s wakes up at a pop-MMA conference. Here are fighters with manicures and producers. They take him for…
“ A mage! A mage, stop!”—a shout from the side breaks the silence.
Behind him, clamped on like a leech, some guy is being strangled by a bearded lump in a hood, hanging on his back like a backpack.
The heat is on!