Yury Todorov, Russian boxer lost in the American underworld.

It all started today.

The 14th of December.

That was when everything in my world was turned upside down. I was panting in exertion after my most recent boxing match. Another victory by knockout. This one didn't even last half a minute. That's not his fault though, I was pretty high up in the heavyweight division.

I wasn't proud of what I was doing. But I had no other way to survive here. Nobody would take me for a job because I had no forms of ID. I had to escape Russia. Omega Red ended up performing a coup and taking over the government, and illegally emigrated. I spent most of the last year bouncing from country to country until about five months ago I arrived in New York City.

So I got mixed up with the wrong crowd. They offered sanctum and a steady source of income. The Russian mob, specifically the Lenkov family, had been a great boon to me since I arrived. Teaching me how to read and write English, and giving me this job opportunity. I spent most of my time beating people up, in and out of the ring. Which is something my mother would've never wanted. But... I didn't have much of a choice.

I took a swig of water as the speaker shrieked, "We have another challenger for the Unbreakable Man!" The man's Irish twang grated on my nerves every time he spoke. I grunted, "Welcome to the ring, LOGAN!"

The crowd went wild as a brick wall of a man stepped into the ring. Shirtless, his entire chest was covered in hair. His hair was wild and untamed and his grin was feral. Honestly this Logan character looked more animal than man. What was the most shocking to me wasn't any of that though, it was the fact that he was a whole foot shorter than him.

"Are you sure you okay doing this?" I asked hesitantly, my English broken.

His grin stretched wider, "I wouldn't worry about me bub. When I win, we have to talk, by the way. I'm sure you'll find it enlightening."

The wild man raised his hands up in a fighting pose. I sighed and mimicked him, getting into my southpaw stance.

I hope I don't break any of the little man's bones.