Sweat. Adrenaline. The musk of testosterone in the air. In the arena there's the crack of flesh and bone. In the bunks there's the squeak of bedsprings and the slap of skin. Sometimes when a young man is desperate he'll do anything for help, even if it means signing a contract with the Fight Dogs. Sponsored by wealthy playboys and kept in line by a prettyboy minder, Casey Mitchells is about to enter the fighting ring.