The crowd quieted as the music softened, signaling the tension building in the air.
Whittier bounced lightly on his feet, feeling the weight of the moment.
He had just seen his fighter, Damon, claim victory, which filled him with pride. But now, his own focus sharpened.
This was his time. His turn to show the world once again why he was one of the best.
Whittier continued to move around, loosening his muscles, trying to stay focused.
He knew what was coming, Chemasov.
The man who had crushed countless opponents, a formidable force that many feared.
And tonight, they were about to collide.
A fast-paced beat erupted through the speakers, the kind of music that electrified the arena.
Chemasov's signature entrance track. It was the kind of sound that got the crowd on their feet, anticipating chaos.
The moment the music hit, Balim Chemasov came charging out, true to his style.
