Damon stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run down his back, his laughter still echoing in his head.
The way they had turned on him, chanting, booing, throwing things, it was all so predictable. Cocky when they thought they had something, furious when it all crumbled. It never failed to amuse him.
But if he was being honest?
That knockout... it wasn't exactly what he had planned.
He expected Darion to drop, of course he did. He had seen the opening, timed it perfectly, and let the shot go at the exact right moment.
But he hadn't expected that.
The way Darion's body shut down mid-air, the way he crashed like a broken doll before even completing the knee, it was different.
Damon smirked to himself, shaking his head as he lathered his hair.
Fastest knockout in the tournament.
And he hadn't even thrown first.
