Damon sat on the stool, chest rising and falling steady, his eyes fixed on Victor crouched in front of him.
Joey stood at the side with water and ice, ready if needed.
Victor spoke low, calm but firm. "Good work keeping it disciplined. Don't get greedy. He's biting on your feints, but he's quick on the counters. so make him throw first. Keep chopping the leg, touch him with the jab, and when he reaches, that's when you let the right hand go. Stay patient."
Damon nodded once, sipping water before spitting it out into the bucket. He wiped his mouth with his glove, never breaking eye contact with Victor.
"Your power's gonna come through later," Victor added. "Don't force it now. Just keep building. You're ahead."
Across the cage, Ivan leaned forward on his stool, breathing steady as his coach gestured with sharp hand movements.
Ivan nodded, his face unreadable, sipping water before slamming the bottle back into his corner man's hand.
