Brian was finally back on his feet, but his body told the story of a man who had been through a war.
Leaning heavily against the cage, he looked battered and worn, like he had just faced a mythical monster.
He had deep red bruises all over his chest and stomach from being hit over and over with knees.
Every time he moved, his eyes barely opened, and his face showed that he was in a lot of pain.
The medical team hovered around him, performing the final checks before they can exit the cage.
They were cautious, knowing how much damage he had absorbed, particularly to his midsection.
Damon, meanwhile, stood nearby, hands on his hips, catching his breath but feeling victorious.
He glanced over at Brian, a small part of him respecting the toughness his opponent had shown.
But that was it, just a bit of respect, no once did he feel bad or feel pity for him.
