The commentator took the mic back, grinning wide as Damon handed it over and stepped back, still chuckling. The crowd roared again, riding high on his energy.
"Alright," the commentator said, shaking his head, "you always know how to put on a show, Damon. That performance was dominant, smooth, surgical—honestly, one of your best. What was going through your head during that third round when you started breaking him down?"
Damon adjusted the belt on his shoulder, eyes gleaming.
"I was just having fun," he said plainly. "That's it. I felt the rhythm, saw his tells, and I knew I had him . I picked my shots, and when it was time to go—it was over."
The crowd responded with more applause. The commentator nodded, clearly impressed.
"You've now done what no one else has. Two-time World Tournament champion. Still undefeated. Still UFA middleweight king. Are you chasing something specific now? Or are you just proving a point?"
Damon smiled, a little sharper this time.
