Rude is apprehensive about the contact when Tseng's hands fall onto his shoulders, but he turns easily to see the warehouse in the middle of a decent sized clearing. They must have meant business if they went out of their way to secure a location this secluded. It could only mean one thing. People died in these fights, and they had to keep it quiet. So aside from the match fixing and betting there was that to worry about as well.

Back in his day he had to worry about the first two and some violence outside the ring, but Tseng might have been right to keep insisting that he take this seriously. At first it's a little nerve-wracking, but he's killed and subdued men with little more than his bare hands, he doesn't doubt himself in that regard. And he's come a long way from the fighter he once was when he was knocking people around for money. Well, more often than not he was getting knocked around for money. This time would be different. He's not going to lose.

"Come on, let's keep training. I want to get used to this."

He wonders if they'd be able to go inside and scope out the competition? Was anyone even in there now? They were undercover enough that it wouldn't seem suspicious. Maybe.