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The more he read, the more his shock gave way to happiness, a wide smile spreading across his face.

His eyes shined with excitement.

He looked up at Victor, then at his coaches, Kru Somchai and Coach José, his expression was incredulous.

They all smiled back at him, amusement dancing in their eyes. They seemed to be enjoying his reaction, pleased that he was so enthusiastic.

Damon\'s eyes dropped back to the paper, his mind thinking of all the possibilities.

He felt like he was reading about a dream come true, a chance to take his fighting career to the next level.

The paper explained that the UFA was reviving an old show called \'The Supreme Fighter\'.

The concept was simple yet exciting: 32 fighters would be selected to participate in the show, divided into two teams of 16 each.

These teams would be coached by experienced UFA fighters who would provide guidance and training to help the participants improve their skills.

The fighters would have the opportunity to train and learn from the best in the business, honing their techniques and strategies in a state-of-the-art training facility.

But that was just the beginning. The real challenge would come in the form of fights, where the participants would compete against each other to earn a spot in the show and stay in the house.

As the competition progressed, the coaches would select their teams, choosing the fighters they believed had the most potential.

The selected fighters would then work closely with their coaches, receiving personalized training and guidance to help them succeed.

The ultimate goal was to be one of the last two fighters standing.

These two finalists would participate in a thrilling finale, where the winner would be crowned "The Supreme Fighter".

And the prize for winning? A lucrative 6-figure contract with the UFA, a dream come true for any aspiring fighter.

Damon\'s eyes scanned the paper, his excitement growing with each sentence.

He couldn\'t believe the opportunity that lay before him. He imagined himself in the house, training with the best, fighting against tough opponents, and ultimately emerging victorious.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn\'t help but grin from ear to ear.

Damon\'s eyes darted between his coaches and Victor, his voice rising in excitement. "Is this real?" he asked, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Victor chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "It\'s real as it can get," he confirmed, his eyes creasing at the corners. "And you already have a match scheduled to fight for a spot in the show."

Damon\'s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He felt like he was getting the ultimate gift, the chance to fight for a spot in \'The Supreme Fighter\'.

He jumped to his feet, his enthusiasm radiating from every pore. "When and where? I\'m ready!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room.

Victor\'s smile faltered for a moment, and he held up a calming hand. "Calm down, Damon. The fight is a year later," he said, his words slowing Damon\'s momentum.

Damon\'s smile faltered, his face falling for a split second. But then his determination kicked in, and his grin returned wider than ever.

He clenched his fist, his eyes shining with resolve. "That\'s good enough," he said, his voice firm.

He knew that a year was a long time, but he was willing to wait for this opportunity. It was too good to pass up.

He could spend the next year training, honing his skills, and preparing for the fight of his life.

Damon\'s face lit up with gratitude as he thanked Victor, Coach José, and Kru Somchai. "Thank you, Victor, thank you, Coach José, and thank you, Kru Somchai," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Coach José shook his head, a wry smile spreading across his face. "No need to thank us, kid. It\'s all Vic here. He proposed it the day you came."

Damon smiled, nodding in understanding.

Victor\'s smiled as he looked at Damon. "Okay, Damon, you can leave us now," he said, noticing Damon\'s eagerness to depart.

Damon didn\'t need to be told twice. He left the office with a wide smile still plastered on his face, feeling like he was walking on cloud nine.

Back in the office, Victor smiled, looking at Somchai and José. "See, problem solved," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Coach José nodded, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I guess he\'ll stop bothering me to give him matches now."

Somchai shook his head, a skeptical expression on his face. "No, it\'s going to get into his big head. Ego is the supreme destroyer."

Coach José looked at Somchai with a mocking glint in his eye. "Sure, man, you do you. I wonder how that girl trains with you, with such a tough knucklehead."

Somchai shot back, his voice rising in defense. "Svetlana is a learner. When I teach, she pushes pride to the side. She absorbs. She has no ego. That\'s not what I can say about your so-called protégé, Ashton." The air was charged with tension as Coach José\'s face darkened.

Coach José didn\'t take Somchai\'s jab lying down. "Don\'t insult my student," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You have an ego bigger than all of us."

He carefully avoided mentioning Svetlana, aware that Victor was present and wouldn\'t appreciate him mocking his daughter.

It would be a 2-on-1 situation, and José wasn\'t ready for that.

Somchai laughed hard, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What are you gonna do, sit down on your butt?" he taunted, mocking Coach José\'s Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu skills.

Victor just rubbed his temples, a pained expression on his face. "No peace for me, I guess."

The two coaches continued their battle of words like a married couple, as they mocked each other, from skills to the very core of the martial art, sparking a debate.