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Picking your FightsThe warehouse on the corner of 17th Street and Main Street had seen better days. This place was once used to store and ship car parts, factory machines, building materials, and other assorted needs of the resident companies until it had been abandoned by Tazer Incorporated in the economic crisis of the late 2000s. Since then it has become everything from a drug factory, to a pyromaniac’s playground, and even to a lover’s retreat. Tonight was the night it became a fight club. People from all walks of life came to this mini stadium to see the fights and bet to see who is the strongest or the luckiest. The rules are simple if you fight you do it until your opponent is knocked out or surrenders if neither happens then the body is dropped in some alley and left to rot. Fighters pay an admission fee of $3,000 and audience members bet to see who’ll come out on top. The strongest walks away with $50,000 and losers walk home with nothing but their bruises. The audience stands