Peter walked up to the front desk of the arena. He was wearing a red sweatshirt, blue joggers, white trainers and sun glasses. He had a backpack on with the costume he'd made in it.

It was a red and blue outfit, consisting of a tight blue bottom piece, a tight red and blue top piece with web pattern over the red, red gloves and boots, also with the web pattern. It also had a red mask, the pattern present again. It had large semi-oval eye holes with black edges, ending in points flicking up and in to the centre at the top.

"Hey, I'm here for the fight." He said "I'm Spider-man."

"Right…" The woman at the desk said "Down the hall, take a left, first door on your right is the changing room. Someone will collect you when it's time for you to go out. Good luck. You're going to need it."

"Thanks." Peter said, ignoring the last comment as he walked off.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the changing room. A second later, a man came walking in.

"Right kid, you ready to get out there?" He said, not waiting for an answer before turning to the door, tossing back "Come on then, follow me. We don't have all night you know."

Peter followed the man before being led into a ring. The man stood in the middle and took a microphone from the referee.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a new fighter in the arena! In the red corner, we have the returning champion, a man who needs no introduction, the Bonesaw!" He said, gesturing to the large muscular man with long black hair in shorts and a vest opposite Peter before gesturing to Peter "And in this corner, our new comer, the Spectacular Spider-man!"

The announcer stepped out of the ring and the bell rang. The large man opposite Peter charged at him. The tingling feeling he'd got in the hospital was back. He'd need to think of a better name than 'weird tingly feeling', but he had more pressing matters right now.

He jumped in the air, doing a triple somersault and landing behind the larger man. This didn't serve to do anything for the man's mood, since he spun around and charged Peter. This time, there wasn't enough room for Peter to get out of the way entirely, so, while the attack didn't connect with his jaw as it had been intended to, it did connect with his gut, winding him for a moment.

"Hey, nice shot." Peter said, grinning under his mask "I nearly felt that one. So, what, the weights you do hollow or something?"

The man yelled in rage and went to swing for Peter, with Peter ducking under the blow. Then, Peter countered with an uppercut to the man's jaw. He felt the man's jaw give way under the attack. Looked like Peter had done some damage.

"Well, I guess that rules out a meaningful conversation." Peter said with a laugh "And we were just getting to know each other too."

The man looked at Peter, blood round his mouth, and spat out what looked like one of his teeth. Peter felt bad for doing that; he hadn't meant to cause the man any real harm, maybe knock him down a peg or two, but nothing major. As he was thinking, he failed to register the buzzing in his head or the other man charging at him, knocking him to the ground and then proceeding to start hitting him. Hard.

Peter laid there for a moment before moving his legs between him and the man and using them to launch the other man up in the air, landing on the arena floor with a hard thud. The referee came over and counted. Then, he moved over to Peter, who had just pulled himself up, grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm in the air.

"Winner!" He called out and the cameras all started flashing.

Peter didn't notice any of it though. He just knew he'd won.

Ben Parker walked into Wilson Fisk's office. He tossed his report down on the large bald man's desk.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fisk." He said "Your plant doesn't meet safety standards. We're going to have to close it down."

"Is that really necessary?" Fisk said, pulling a cheque book and pen from his jacket pocket "Surely, we can reach some kind of arrangement. How much will it cost me to sweep this under the rug?"

"It's not a matter of money." Ben replied "I can't leave a plant with inadequate safeties open."

"Are you certain I can't persuade you to rethink your assessment?" Fisk said, a little forcefully this time and with a hint of menace in his voice "I'd hate to see something happen to you."

"Is that a threat?" Ben said, before turning and walking out "Good bye, Mr. Fisk."

Fisk sat there for a moment before putting his cheque book and pen away. He picked up the phone from his desk and dialled a number.

"Hammerhead?" He said "I need you to deal with someone for me. He's making a business transaction rather difficult."

"Sure. Who is it?" The man's voice said down the phone.

"His name is Ben Parker." Fisk said "Make it look like a car jacking."

"On it boss." The man said before hanging up.

Fisk got up and moved to his window, withdrawing a cigar and lighter from the top drawer of his desk as he got up to look out the window. He lit the cigar as he watched Ben drive away. There was no way he'd make it home tonight.