Mark Winters was seated in a secluded section of the underground bar and rested his feet on the low table in front. The music around him droned on and he couldn't care less. People were on the dance floors and wooing each other as if there was no tomorrow. Mark never really understood why everyone needed a second half (even if it was only for a night). He was fine enough being by himself, living for himself. Life was simple. He didn't have to care about consequences because he accepted his own decisions.
Two hookers tried to join him, thinking that Mark would be a good source of funds for the night. But a quick glance from Mark and a cold and blunt "Not interested" had sent the women away. Mark was never really interested in women, he thought of them as a bother with all their womanly needs and nagging. Mark thought better of it and got up to leave the place. Spending the night on the streets was better it seemed.
Mark strolled down the street and looked towards the empty alleyway. It's underground name was Death's Gate. Every week, there would be cage fights down there. Men and women alike would fight each other for the entertainment of others. It was like boxing matches, except that there were no rules. If someone wanted to throw in a chainsaw, that was fine. Kicking someone in the balls was fine. Making them blind for life was fine as well. There were no limits except for what could be arranged. Some matches would be set and preplanned, but Mark was not one for such low life methods. He had pride in his fighting skills - he would win or lose each match with his own abilities, his own raw power. He was not a puppet, he was not a gambling statistic.
But the cage fight was canceled tonight as there had been news of an upcoming police sting. Mark sighed as he continued his way down the empty street. What was he going to do for the rest of the night? He could train himself he supposed. It was way better than watching those damn infomercials...blargh.
Then he noticed something up ahead. There seemed to be two expensive looking cars and a man on the floor. No, two men. And some others with guns. Pretty bad place for a car robbery. Probably some crime business he shouldn't get involved in. Hang on a sec... that guy on the ground looked familiar. Where had Mark seen him before? Mark couldn't remember. Some rich guy he guessed.
Mark was about to walk away when he stopped and glanced at the scene once more. Whilst he was no hero, he realised that this would be a good way to earn some dosh. After summoning his baseball bat to his hands. Mark pulled out his phone and walked around to get a better angle. He zoomed in on the guy with the damaged skull, then the rich guy on the ground, and then the one who did it all. Next was the three with guns. He never thought of it, but he could start a venture into blackmail.
"Heheh. Well isn't this interesting" said Mark with a smirk as he started to film. "This will be automatically going online tonight unless you pay me. Smile for the camera you retards"