Johnny was now standing, talking to his coach, who was offering words of encouragement and analysis of the fight.
Damon, on the other hand, stood next to the cage, waiting for the announcer to enter. His chest was still heaving with exhaustion, and his arms were still raised in triumph.
The referee moved to the middle of the octagon, calling both fighters to join him. The announcer, a tall, slender man with a booming voice, entered the cage, a microphone in hand.
The crowd was still cheering, their voices echoing off the walls of the arena. The lights were shining brightly, illuminating every detail of the scene.
Damon's eyes were fixed on the announcer, his face still flushed with excitement and adrenaline.
