The moment the bell rang, Damon Cross didn't rush in.
He didn't even step forward. Instead, he bounced lightly on his feet, circling, his arms low, his posture relaxed, almost mocking.
He didn't just look like a fighter, he looked like a performer, someone in complete control of the stage.
Leandro "O Gigante" Silva stormed forward, expecting immediate engagement.
But Damon? He slid back effortlessly, dodging a reaching jab with a slight tilt of his head, then a low kick by lifting his leg just in time, making it look like child's play.
The Irish crowd cheered, sensing the show about to unfold.
"Oh, look at this! Damon Cross is putting on a show early! Hands down, head movement sharp, this is pure confidence!" One of the commentators couldn't hide his excitement.
