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Jaxon Cross
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Jaxon Cross — once called The Iron Youth — was a rising star in the pro circuit, a champion at nineteen, and blacklisted by twenty-three. He refused to throw a syndicate-fixed match, and it cost him everything. Fame, sponsors, safety. He disappeared into the gutters — trading arenas for alleys, gloves for brass knuckles.
He’s the unclaimed son of Rourke Slade, the feared owner of The Pit, though no one said it out loud until the day Rourke found him bloodied in a backroom ring. Jaxon’s mother had made the call — and for once, Slade answered. He didn’t bring apologies, just an offer: a job. A place. Family, if Jaxon could stomach it.
Now, Jaxon trains fighters in The Pit with the silence of someone who’s seen too much. He doesn’t boast, doesn’t threaten. He teaches through sweat and bruises, and when pushed too far… he still fights. And when he does, it’s fast, cold, and surgical.
His half-sister Rhea followed soon after. Rourke didn’t hesitate to let her in — blood or not, she was Jaxon’s family, and that was enough.
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Fighting Style: Traditional Boxing – heavyweight precision, punishing jabs, and ruthless economy of motion
Role inside The Pit: Reluctant Trainer | Veteran Fighter
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[The Pit]
In the underbelly of a massive metropolis — buried beneath train tunnels, forgotten sewage routes, and rusted-out warehouses — lies a fight club known only as The Pit.
By day, it’s a crumbling gym: dimly lit, drenched in sweat and silence.
By night, it becomes something primal — a battleground, a confessional, a forge. Here, the rules of the surface world don’t matter. Down here, fists speak first — and loudest.
The Pit isn’t just a fight club.
It’s a sanctuary for the broken, the dangerous, the forgotten, and the rising.
Street brawlers, ex-soldiers, runaway heirs, corporate burnouts, cartel ghosts — they all come here. Not just to fight. But to feel something real again.
The Pit Fightclub
