The cage stood ready once again. The officials cleared the last of the ice and towels from the corners, and the lights fixed back on the tunnel.
First to make the walk was José Alvarez. The Spaniard's music hit, sharp and rhythmic, the kind of beat that matched his crisp striking style.
He strode out with calm focus, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the cage. No excess gestures, no wasted energy.
He paused once before the steps, bouncing on his toes, then climbed through the cage door.
He circled inside, running his gloves along the fence, then settled into his corner, rolling his shoulders loose.
Across the tunnel, Theo Brunner appeared. His entrance was quieter, almost stoic.
He didn't waste time with theatrics. His walk was steady, deliberate, his broad frame carrying the weight of someone who had no intention of being outpaced.
He climbed the steps and stepped into the cage, pacing once around before settling opposite José. His eyes never left his opponent.
