You squeeze into the back of a pick-up truck and commute for six hours to support your fellow fighter. You then agree to fight as a last-minute replacement at 2am in chilly, outdoor conditions without knowing anything about your opponent. You fight the next night whilst injured without complaining. You do all this for sustenance and the faint hope that someday, hundreds of fights later, you will earn enough money to retire. That is the life of a fighter in Thailand. It is the life that I spent five years documenting across all four regions of Thailand.