The announcer stepped into the ring, microphone in hand, his voice cutting through the cheers of the crowd.
Now that Emarn Petrosin could stand, he leaned against the cage and his chest moved up and down heavily. The energy was still exciting.
His face showed the damage from Damon's constant attacks: a cut above his brow, a swollen cheek, and a tired look that said he knew the fight was over.
Damon joined them at the center of the cage, his expression calm but focused, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
He glanced at Emarn briefly, his respect for the veteran striker intact despite the one-sided outcome.
The ref moved forward and waved for both fighters to come up to him. He grabbed their wrists and raised them a little, getting ready for the final choice.
Damon's team stood in the corner with their eyes fixed on the scene. They were filled with joy.
