Two more months passed.
Wedding planning slowed. Svetlana shifted her focus to the final venue meetings and dress details, handling it all with quiet efficiency. Damon, on the other hand, had disappeared into full training camp.
He still believed Alex Tereira would be a manageable fight. But belief wasn't the same as disrespect. Tereira wasn't just any striker, he was one of the best.
Power in both hands, surgical timing, and the kind of calm that didn't crack under pressure. Damon knew better than to treat him lightly.
He trained as if the fight was tomorrow. Sparring, drills, endless rounds of chain wrestling, clinch work, and strikes off the break. The plan was clear, drag Tereira into the deep, suffocate his range, shut down his base, and break him mentally.
Still, a part of Damon wanted to stand. Not just to prove something, but because he could.
