I’m Turkish, and this city eats weak men for breakfast. I run a slot machine shop and dabble in boxing promotions—small-time stuff, until Brick Top came calling. He owns every fight in London, and now he wants my boxer, Gorgeous George, to face one of his bruisers. No real chance, just a payout if we play ball.

But George never made it to the ring. Tommy took him to buy a caravan from some Irish Travellers, got scammed on the deal, and George got knocked out cold by a gypsy kid named Mickey O’Neil—single punch, lights out.

Now I’m scrambling. No fighter, no credibility, and Brick Top’s breathing down my neck. Then I hear Mickey’s willing to fight—for a new caravan for his mum. I see the angle. One punch. That’s all it takes.

But Brick Top doesn’t want a knockout. He wants a show. And when Mickey wins anyway, everything goes to hell.