"Hmm..." He checks his watch - it's quiet, and late. It is dark, dank and dreary.

The smell of sweat and shame rolls across him and his nose twitches.

A hand shoots out, grasping at the currrnt X-Treme 24/7 Champion and without preamble, the Sickness is risen.

Cyren drops to the ground outside the arena, pinning the Champ down.