FIST CITY'S WRATH

This ain't no Sunday school picnic, this is Fist City's Wrath, where the streets run red with anger and every corner's a battleground. thugs from all walks of life converge here, lookin' to make their mark, to here climb the ladder, or just to get a piece of the action. There ain't no room for weaklings in Fist City, you gotta be hardened as steel