The Mongolian's eyes opened and closed a few times, drifting in and out of consciousness. He saw people moving around him, and the blaring nightcore music of his victorious opponent, and thereby, of his

Tequila or cheap beer. There is nothing familiar in this arid land, the stale air, the heat, the crowd, and the macho are all different here than home. The only thing that is the same is the stench of