It didn't take long for fight day to arrive.
The final bout of the first round. The fighters, the staff, and a few cameras watching quietly from the corners of the gym.
Everyone knew what this fight meant. One more win and the middleweight semifinals would be locked in.
And for Damon, it was his last shot to even the playing field. If Theo lost, Ivan would take control of the division.
Inside the prep room, Damon paced slowly, hands on his hips as he spoke through the plan again.
Theo Brunner stood with a towel draped over his shoulders, gloves already on, mouthguard tucked behind his ear. He wasn't nervous, but his mind was racing.
Petrov wasn't just strong, he was suffocating. The kind of grappler who didn't leave room for mistakes.
Damon stopped in front of him and crouched slightly, tapping his chest with two fingers.
