"My offer is to fight in the ring. illegal matches. You can have one percent of the revenues of all bets placed on your battle, and some extra bucks for participating and winning the battles."
That offer sounded horrible. "One percent? Why should I accept risking my life for that much?"
Boss only laughed in response before raising a finger up, "That's how much the house gives the combatants. We don't own the place, I haven't been around for enough time to take it over. They take the rest and use it to maintain the place, give awards to the fighters, pay the police off, supply medical care for injuries on the scene, and pay their employees."
"You're saying they aren't left with as much money as I think they are?" I asked doubtfully.
