Days passed.
The tournament pushed forward, fight after fight, until every weight class had its finalists. Now, only one night remained, the night where champions would be crowned across all divisions.
All the noise surrounding Damon's controversy had finally died out. The outrage, the media storms, the debates, it all faded as quickly as it had come. The MMA world had moved on, fixated on the upcoming fights and the monumental night ahead.
Damon had even started to think that maybe, just maybe, the interview they had set up would be scrapped. Surely, after everything, they'd realize it wasn't worth the trouble anymore.
But he underestimated the greed of the organizers.
Victor walked into the room, a stack of papers in hand, shaking his head with a half-smirk.
"They sent the interview questions," he said, tossing them onto the table.
Damon glanced at them, then back at Victor. "You're kidding."
Victor scoffed. "I wish I was."
