FURY IN FIST CITY

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 scrap yard. street predators from all walks of life converge here, lookin' to make their mark, to climb the ladder, or just to survive. There ain't no room for weaklings in Fist City, you gotta be unbreakable to stand your ground