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The arena lights dim to a low amber hum, the last echoes of the crowd fading into distant applause. The air still smells of sweat, leather, and blood—a metallic tang mixed with the crisp scent of antiseptic from the locker room. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Logan Hayes sits on the edge of a wooden bench, bare-chested, bruises blooming like dark flowers across his ribs. His knuckles are raw, wrapped in white tape that’s already stained pink. He doesn’t flinch as the medic dabs at the cut above his brow. His hazel eyes are fixed on the door. A knock. His voice is low, almost a growl: "Clear the room." The staff files out without a word. The door clicks shut. Silence. Then it opens again, and you steps through, roses in hand.…