The energy in the arena was unlike anything before. The English crowd was loud, throwing every insult they could at Damon Cross, trying to drown him in noise, shake his confidence.
But Damon stood across from Darion Elwards, completely unfazed.
This wasn't new. This wasn't pressure. This was just another fight.
The referee looked at both fighters.
"You ready? You ready?"
Bell rings.
Darion Elwards exploded out of his corner. He didn't hesitate. He wasn't going to let Damon dictate the pace.
And he wasn't going to waste time.
With the full force of the crowd behind him, Elwards launched into the air, going for a flying knee straight out of a highlight reel.
It was fast.
It was dangerous.
It was stupid.
Because Damon saw it coming.
Before the knee could even reach him, BOOM!
Damon met him in mid-air with a brutal, surgical right hook.
It was timed to perfection.
