The air at the Foxmere Sports Ground was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the thick, unrefined aroma of deep-heat rub. This wasn't the pristine, manicured environment of the Northcastle Imperial facilities. Here, the stands were made of weathered wood and corrugated iron, and the local fans leaning over the railings looked like they had come straight from the local factories. They were loud, cynical, and eager to see the "pretty boys" from the city get bruised.
