CHAPTERS

Money slipped through Happy Jack's fingers like sand through a broken hourglass, each spent dollar marking time in his descent into...

The gym was silent except for the steady, relentless sound of leather hitting leather. Cade Mercer stood alone before the heavy bag,...

Blood carved warm tributaries down Jax Braddock's face as he stumbled from the makeshift ring, each drop marking his path like...

In the solitude of his lavish hotel suite, Julian sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the glittering cityscape that stretched endlessly...

Logan Drake's name flashed on Colton Hayes's phone screen, buzzing insistently on the worn kitchen table. The hour was late, and...

Clank. Clank. Clank. The motel heater rattled out another weak attempt at warmth, no match for the bitter Iowa night seeping through...

The whiskey in Glenn Sterling’s glass had gone warm, the ice nearly melted, he hadn't taken a sip in minutes. The glow of the television...

Happy Jack didn't fall into the underground fight scene so much as he sank into it like a stone finding water, each circle of hell a...

The suite was flawless. Immaculate white walls, plush leather furnishings, and a minibar stocked with expensive liquor Cade wouldn’t...

Matthew shouldered through the gym's heavy doors, the familiar sweet sounds of leather on canvas and the sharp scent of liniment washing...

The snap  of the ring ropes. The thud  of boots against the canvas. The roar  of the Carolina crowd swelling with every near fall. Glenn...

Victor Blackwell's office was a testament to power, its windows offering a sweeping view of Manhattan's glittering skyline. In the world...

The air-conditioned chill of the gym did little to cool Titan’s body. The scent of eucalyptus and high-end cleaning products filled the...

The heat in the gym wasn’t just from the bodies pushing against each other on the mats—it was the kind of heat that came from grit,...

The Carolina sports bar existed in that perfect twilight between dive and respectable establishment—just grimy enough to feel authentic,...

The whiskey bottle trembled in Jax Braddock's grip, amber liquid catching the television's cold light like trapped flames. His apartment...

The numbers don't lie. Strike Force Legends was a runaway success by every metric imaginable. The pay-per-view buy rate hit an...

In the aftermath of Strike Force Legends, Happy Jack erupted into the public consciousness like a fever dream—a nightmare figure who...

Julian St. James waited behind the scenes, the muted buzz of the studio audience seeping through the heavy curtains. He adjusted his...

The television's blue-white pulse haunted Colton Hayes's living room like a restless ghost, each flash excavating memories from the...