FIST CITY'S WRATH

This ain't no Sunday school picnic, this is Fury in Fist City, where the streets run red with fury and every corner's a free-for-all. hardened scumbags from all walks of life converge here, lookin' to make their mark, to climb the ladder, or just to survive. There ain't no room for weaklings in Fist City, you gotta be hardened as steel to stand you