Damon arrived at the facility with his team.
His teammates were talking, and their excitement was contagious.
But Damon kept his mind on the fight and didn't pay attention to what was going on around him.
"Yo, what round do you think Damon's knocking Logan out?" one of the fighters said with a grin, nudging Ivan. "Man's already put him through a table once!"
The others laughed, nodding in agreement. "Second round, maybe? Logan's tough, but Damon's got this."
"He's gonna fold faster than a lawn chair," another chimed in, slapping Damon on the back with a wide grin.
Damon understood the hype. He appreciated the confidence they had in him, but he wasn't about to walk into the cage with the same mindset.
Every fighter in this competition was here because they could fight, and Logan wasn't an exception.
Damon knew better than to underestimate an opponent, no matter how much trash talk had been exchanged.
