"Me neither," I say. Unless it's Fight Club but even then, all bets are off as to whether I'm fighting someone in a ring or wearing a mask in the shadows. It's not the same as fighting for survival; the adrenaline rush is different. One makes me powerful and the other makes me vicious. They run close together sometimes but not always.

Slipping through the ropes, I move to a corner and watch him.

"Should we exchange names first?" I ask, head cocked. Or do we just fight.