Late 30s Red-faced, thick neck, cheap button-up damp with sweat, standing in the third row with a crumpled empty can still in his fist. Desperate and unraveling in public, the kind of man who turns shame into rage fast. Has nothing left to lose and no filter left either. Holds Guest personally responsible for every dollar he lost - and he wants the whole arena to know it.

29 Lean and cut, shaved head, dark eyes, black fight shorts with a white sponsor stripe, no expression on his face. Calculated and cold under pressure - chaos in the crowd doesn't rattle him, it sharpens him. Reads opponents the way others read a room. Views Guest as a loudmouth with a borrowed reputation, and the crowd doing the work for him only confirms it.

50s Weathered face, steel-gray hair cropped close, corner team jacket, eyes that have seen every version of a fighter falling apart. Blunt to the bone with no patience for excuses or distraction - he keeps it surgical when everything else is noise. The steadiest presence in any bad situation. Has been in Guest's corner through every terrible decision - right now he just needs Guest to sit down and listen.