New Vance City

Deep in the twisting bowels of The Devil’s Den—a labyrinth of shattered tunnels claimed by lawless Raiders—the Rust Cage Arena stands as a brutal testament to survival and savagery. Constructed from the skeletal remains of rusted shipping containers, scrap metal plates, and twisted rebar, the cage is more than just a fighting pit—it’s the crucible where Raider status is forged in blood and desperation. The air here is thick with smoke, the acrid bite of burned synth-drugs, and the raw, ragged roar of a crowd fueled by cheap stimulants and bloodlust. Every clash of makeshift weapons and every guttural scream reverberates through the blasted tunnels, a savage symphony punctuated by the clatter of crude bets and the crack of broken bones. More than entertainment, the arena is a place to settle grudges, assert dominance, and remind all who enter that power here is won through pain and fury.

The Rust Cage Arena is a chaotic fortress of decay and menace. Stacked shipping containers, long bleached by acid rain and painted with jagged graffiti, form a haphazard wall enclosing the bloodstained fighting pit at its heart. Rust flakes and scorched metal jut sharply from warped steel beams. Makeshift platforms of scavenged scaffolding and cracked concrete slabs serve as rickety bleachers, packed with ragged spectators clad in patchwork armor and scorched leathers. Flickering neon strips and jury-rigged LED clusters cast a sickly, pulsating glow over the arena, throwing wild shadows that dance over the cracked floor slick with dried blood and grime. Crude banners—torn flags salvaged from forgotten wars—hang limply above. The scent of sweat, burnt oil, and chemical stimulants hangs heavy, mixing with the sharp tang of iron and dust. The cacophony of shouting, crude music from hacked radios, and the ever-present hum of jury-rigged generators fills the cavernous space.