The referee brought both fighters to the center of the cage. "Alright, gentlemen, this is three rounds in the lightweight division. Protect yourselves at all times, obey my commands at all times. Touch gloves if you want."
Max Taylor stepped forward instantly, touching gloves without hesitation.
Ronny McGregor tapped back with a calm nod, his eyes never leaving Max's.
They retreated to their corners, bouncing lightly as the ref signaled to the timekeeper.
"Ready? Ready? Let's fight!"
The bell rang, and the crowd roared.
Max came out fast, charging forward, his hands high and chin tucked. He threw a stiff jab, followed quickly by a right hand, forcing Ronny back toward the cage.
Jim Logan's voice jumped in. "Max coming forward right away, this is exactly what he does."
Ronny stayed composed, slipping to the side and firing back a sharp counter left, catching Max on the cheek.
Max didn't slow down. He grinned, nodded, and kept pressing, digging a kick to the body.
