A kick came—a roundhouse aimed at Jax’s ribs. Jax checked it with a shin that had been hardened by years of kicking steel cooling pipes. The impact sparked, a brief flash of orange against the blue-tinted haze of the arena. The Bridge: Overdrive
Jax stood over him, the cyan glow of his hand-wraps flickering as they powered down. He looked up at the flickering neon signs above the ring. He didn't need the prize money for the fame. He needed it to buy his soul back from the mainframe. Kickboxer Style ( Fightwave - Synthwave )
Jax "The Glitch" Vane stood in the center of the underground octagon, his knuckles wrapped in fiber-optic tape that glowed a steady, menacing cyan. Across from him, the champion—a massive, cybernetically-enhanced wall of muscle known as "Chrome-Lung"—breathed out a cloud of synthetic exhaust. The "Fightwave" frequency hit the speakers. A kick came—a roundhouse aimed at Jax’s ribs
The heel of Jax’s foot connected squarely with the champion's chest plate. The hydraulic hiss of Chrome-Lung’s armor failing was the most beautiful sound Jax had ever heard. The champion stumbled back, his internal cooling fans whining in a desperate attempt to reset. The Final Drop: Neon Redemption The Bridge: Overdrive Jax stood over him, the
Chrome-Lung hit the canvas just as the final, long synthesizer note faded into a wash of white noise.