The moment the bell rang, both fighters stepped cautiously into the center of the octagon.
They circled each other, eyes locked, each reading the other's movements.
Chemasov, light on his feet as always, stalked forward, his frame seemingly too powerful for such fluid movement.
Whittier mirrored his steps, a bit more planted but still quick, bouncing just enough to keep his timing unpredictable.
James Nix broke the silence first. "Here we go, folks. This is a fight we've all been waiting for. Balim Chemasov, the undefeated powerhouse, versus Donald Whittier, the former champion known for his technical brilliance. Let's see how this plays out."
Chemasov feinted forward, testing Whittier's reaction. Whittier remained composed, flicking out a jab that didn't quite reach, just to establish distance. Both fighters were patient, not looking to rush things.
