Logan sat at the bar, calling the bartender over once more.

"You can't be here," the bartender said. Logan grunted, and took a swig of his beer. Letting out a sigh and glancing up at him.

"Well, good thing I won't be here much longer," he replied.

He snatched the beer from the bartender, and threw him a couple twenties.

"Get me another one, would ya?"

The bartender sighed. He couldn't do much but just give him the drinks, he already had paid.

Not too long later, Logan was laying his head down, and thinking. Before he decided he wanted to make a bit of money. He fixed his hair, and grumbled. Standing up and walking over to the fighting rink, he took off his shirt once in the rink, revealing his abs. After a few rounds of fighting, he was sweating like he dipped in the ocean, his chest shining from the dim light above. A few girls in the crowd fanned themselves, screaming in a fangirl act. Which, wasn't much of an act.

He shook his head harshly after taking a hard hit. As he fights, he makes more and more people come around and cheer him on. Soon, before the newcomer came in. They fixed their hair, and grinned as they walked over to the rink. They climbed in and got ready to fight.

"You ready for this shit? I don't go easy," Logan muttered. His adamantium claws hiding underneath his skin, he let out a small hiss in pain as his bones grinding together awkwardly once he moved.