Damon looked at Ronan. "What's the issue?"
Before Ronan could speak, the man with glasses stepped forward. He looked neat, serious, holding a tablet in one hand.
"I'm Dr. Lang," he said. "Tournament physician."
He didn't waste time. "Earlier today, Leo Varga reported pain in his right knee. After a full examination and scans, we confirmed an MCL tear. It's not a full rupture, but it's enough to rule him out of competition. He won't be able to fight."
Damon stayed quiet, letting that settle. He glanced toward Ivan, who sat with his arms crossed, jaw tight.
Ronan leaned forward then, fingers tapped lightly on the desk.
"That means we're down one lightweight," he said. "Leo was scheduled to fight Ayo Fasusi this week. With him injured, that matchup is off."
Damon frowned. "So what happens now?"
"We're looking into possible replacements," Ronan said. "If we find someone from the standby pool who's medically cleared, we'll slot them in. But that's not guaranteed."
