It was a cold dark night in New York as Mandalore’s plane landed in the airport. A lady in front of him lost her footing and he caught her helping her up. Smiling as he nodded his helmet to her. A limo came and picked him up, taking him to his hotel. Tipping the limo driver he got out of the car and made his way to the hotel. The man at the counter threw his key to Mandalore. Making his way upstairs, he gets to his room slowly opening the door. He shuts and locks the door behind him. Mandalore places his luggage down on the bed and opens this suitcase. Pushing a latch a hidden door opens and takes out his weapons placing them on the bed. All the sudden he feels a rope tie around his neck and pulls tight. As he is pulled back he grabbed the knife from his case and stabbed the thigh of the man choking him. The rope loosened up and Mandalore turned around taking the knife out of the man’s leg and sticking him gut a couple times. Pulling the knife from his gut he turns to see a guy with a gun pointing at him. 

“This is from Mr. Durden” he said as he was about to pull the trigger. Mandalore threw his knife into his eye. 

Pulling the knife from his eye, he looked down at the bodies. “Damn Durdens.” 

Looking at the clock realizing it was time to go for his deal. Grabbing his suitcase of cash he made his way down to the Bronx. He got out of the car and made his way into the alley way.
 

Walking down the alley way he began to notice something was off about his meeting. He looked around slowly as it was dead quiet, which was quite unusual for New York at this time of night. He slowly unhooked his blaster from the holster as he continued down the alley. Mandalore took a deep breath in and exhaled quietly. 

He made it to the middle of the alley which came together with 3 others. This made him a little uneasy as he noticed there was no real place for cover. From the darkness he could hear squealing of tires coming from behind him. He turned to see the car was running down the ally that he was standing in. Jumping to dodge the car, only his leg getting clipped when he jumped. Spinning him around, slowly attempting to get up keeping the brief case close. The men hope out of the car and begin to open fire. 

"You have to be kryfing kidding me." Rolling behind a dumpster, he takes his blaster opening fire. Getting pinned down by the bullets from the tommy gun flying all around him. 

Looking down to see that brief case of cash was still over by where he was. Every attempt he would make to move they opened fire again... Thinking quickly as he could looking around to see what he could do to get back to the brief case. 

Being pinned down was nothing new to Mandalore, he took a deep breath in, unhooking the other blaster from opposite leg and pulled it out. Taking a moment then standing up and out from around the dumpster, a smirk came across his face as the bullets hit his armor. Raising his gun he fired once into the head of his enemy. 

One sneaks up behind him kicking in the back of the leg, firing again hitting the driver of the car, quickly turning and shooting the man in the leg. As he fell grabbing his leg Mandalore holstered his guns grabbing the man dragging him back to the car. Knowing that the guy couldn't walk much at all he looked at him through his visor. "Who told you of this meeting?" The man just spit at his helmet, "That was a mistake." 

Mandalore grabbed the mans hand pulling it close as he pulled out his knife, putting it up to his enemies right thumb. "Last chance." The man just said, "Fuck you." Mandalore began to take his jagged knife and cut through the mans thumb.

Mandalore wasn't getting anywhere with the man. He lost his patience with the man as he wouldn't give up a name. Mandalore stared into the mans eyes through the blackness of his visor. Taking the knife pressing it above the against his chest over the heart. The man started to squeal and cry, "Durden.." Mandalore heard the name again, pushing the knife all the way in and turning it, pulling it back out leaving quite the hole. 

"Kryfe, how do they keep finding me?" Mandalore cleaned the blood off his knife on the mans shirt. Re-sliding it into his place, the suit case he thought to himself, turning to see it was gone. Moving his head each way to see if anyone had it, noticing a kid taking off running down the way holding something. 

Mandalore darted after him, once the kid realized he was being chased by Mandalore he kept trying to him away by knocking whatever he could to get away. As they came to clearing, a bat took out Mandalore's leg, falling to the ground seeing the kid get away he looked up to find Robert Paulson. 

Mandalore woke up in a cage looking down he noticed had just pants on and his helmet. 'Does the Durdens know about my culture?' He thought to himself. As he was trying to figure out where he was, a guard came in.. "So your Mandalore.." Mandalore didn't respond. "Lets go its your turn in the ring." 

Mandalore followed trying to get together where he was or what was about to happen. Walking up to what looked like a cage being pushed into it and locked behind him. Then hearing a loud voice, "Today is going to be a great match up. We have the man from another world, the warrior with an army, the fighter who never shows his face... Mandalore." Mandalore followed the voice to see it was Tyler Durden. Looking at the cage with the blood stains on the floor realized this is a fighters ring. 

A smirk came over his face from under his helmet. Mandalore had trained in this type of combat his entire life. Rolling his head around cracking his neck then knuckles grinning. Tyler spoke again, "See would you look at that... he is ready to fight for your entertainment." 

Mandalore looked as the cage doors across the way opened, it was a rather large man. Gritting his teeth knowing that this was going to be a tough fight. Tyler spoke again, "Its our very own to verse Mr. Spaceman." Preparing himself mentally for the fight as the man charged Mandalore. Sliding under the mans punch Mandalore took a shot at his calf with his fist. Quickly getting back up to his feet, almost seeming like it didn't effect him. As the opponent turned around Mandalore ran at him, jumping up and bringing his fist down towards his face.

Mandalore's fist was grabbed and he was thrown against the cage. One big fist to the gut, Mandalore gasped out the air from his lungs. Dropping to his knees he assessed the situation as quickly as possible. This was a matter of life and death, Mandalore used all of his might thrusting his fist up with his body weight behind him socking him just under the jaw. He took a few steps back as Mandalore got his footing back.  

Gritting his teeth again Mandalore full charges the man again dropping his shoulder into the man's stomach attempting to knock some wind out of him. Mandalore feels and elbow slam into his back dropping him to the ground. Taking a swift kick into his gut rolling over, Mandalore had to think quick, he has fought enemies just as big before. As he starts to stand he mumbles "Well dirty fighting it is." 

Mandalore dodged a few swings without hesitation he knelt down and punch the man as hard as he could in the balls. As he knelt over from the pain Mandalore grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into his knee as he brought it up to meet his face. Falling backwards Mandalore jumped on him and began to pummel his face with his fists. Continuing to the face was swallow and practically mush, the crowd became utterly silent. 

Looking up at the crowd as he finished his assault, "Happy?". As he looked at Tyler, men came into grab the man and then they grabbed Mandalore dragging him back to his cell. 

Mandalore wasn't sure the amount of time that had passed. He started to begin planning his escape. How would he do it with out all his armor he thought to himself. Not knowing where the hell he was either. Mandalore sat in his cell taking a deep breath in, relaxing as he focused his mind. They normally send one guard to get him, that would be easy to talk out. Looking up he noticed rafters, smirking as his next part of the plan was checked off. 

Though low on energy he began to think how he was gonna get up to the rafters. Looking at all his options he realized that he might be able to get a running start using the walls to his advantage. He waited and focused letting his body and mind calm.

Hearing them come for him he ran to the wall using it to make his way up and reach the rafters, pulling himself up. As the guard looked in a panic not seeing him. Running in Mandalore dropped from the rafters coming hard down on to the guard. Mandalore started to beat his face in as hard as he could till the man stopped moving.

Taking the bat from the man continuing down the hallway, not sure where he was going. Noticing the door the led him to the cage he turned a different direction. Continuing down the path he snuck up behind a Durden and cracked him over the head hard with the bat. Looking around to notice a four way hallway. Whispering, "Is this place a kryfing labyrinth. "

Charging and busting through a door he entered room that happend to be full of his gear. With a sigh of relief he becomes dressed again. Putting all of his armor on making feel full again. Cracking his neck and spinning his blaster back into his holster.

"Alright fuckers. Its about to go down."

Mandalore chuckled as he kicked in another door and opening fire into it. 

Continuing to shoot into the hallway basically till his gun overheated. As the smoke cleared he looked down the hallway to see a load bodies laid on the ground. Making his way around them stepping carefully so that he may not attract much more attention that he already had. He continued on his path taking out a thug every so often. Making his way into the cage area that he was in before, holstering his blasters and climbing up and out of the cage. 

Thinking to himself its too quiet creeping his way around the room finding a door making his way to it.