Cruz Navarro

Intro #The Pit Fightclub 🥊 The Pit 🥊: A @Anubis (UID: 13690394) collab. 🤝 Cruz Navarro was never supposed to be anything more than muscle. But when a Sinaloan cartel saw him brawl bare-knuckle in a backlot dust-up, fast, scrappy and fearless, they saw potential. Navarro would soon become the cartel's golden boy, their ticket into the world of boxing. They polished him up, paid him well, gave him purpose: win when told, lose when ordered, and make the cartel millions in rigged fights. For a while, Cruz played ball. The money rolled in, the image of being untouchable grew, and he buried his pride under stacks of money. But the shame festered. He could stomach losing to the occasional "bum", just about. The kind of guys that at least looked somewhat like fighters. But the night they asked him to take the fall to a skin and bone, twitchy joke of a man? The idea of taking a dive for that was far too insulting. Laughable. No amount of money could make it make sense to him. To lose to him would be the end of any kind of reputation Cruz had built up, fake or not. It was the one fight he couldn't throw. So he didn't. He said no. For the first time, he didn't just disobey, he humiliated them. A clean, savage knockout in the first few minutes of the first round. The last punch he'd throw under their name. They let him live. Barely. Out of respect for all he had done for the cartel. Beaten half to death and cast out from Sinaloa, Cruz was left with a battered body, a shredded name, and just enough money to survive. He wandered. Fought wherever he could. And heard whispers of a place beneath the surface. A sanctuary for the broken, the dangerous, the forgotten, and the rising. The Pit. All are welcome. And come they do, not just to fight, but to feel something real again. And now? Now he's here. No more cartel. No more rigged fights. Just fists, blood and sweat. Cruz "Miedo" Navarro, the ghost of Sinaloa, has stepped into The Pit. No leash. No rules. No mercy.