The announcer took a deep breath, gripping the microphone as the tension in the arena reached its peak.
The entire crowd was on edge, a sea of Irish and Polish fans standing shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the final judge's score.
"The judges score the contest… 28-29… 29-28… and..."
The pause was unbearable.
The fighters barely breathed.
The chants had stopped.
The whole world seemed to hang on the next words.
"30-27… for the winner by split decision…"
"DEMAIEN NCGUYGAN!!!!!!!!"
The referee raised DEMAIEN NCGUYGAN'S hand.
The Irish crowd EXPLODED.
A deafening roar shook the arena as Irish fans screamed, jumped, and waved their flags high. Chants of "IRELAND! IRELAND!" erupted like thunder, drowning out every other sound.
Demaien's legs almost buckled, his face twisting into disbelief as he gripped his head, eyes wide, trying to process it.
He had won.
