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Everyone knew this was their last chance to show what they could do.

The fighting stopped in the house, and the normal banter was replaced by the seriousness of the situation.

The winners in these next matches would go on to compete for the big prize.

The stakes were higher than that, though.

Everyone understood that winning wasn\'t the only path to success.

The UFA had its eyes on potential, and many fighters had earned contracts based on their performances alone, regardless of the final outcome.

That reality kept a glimmer of hope alive for every fighter, whether they were still in the running or not.

But that also meant one thing: they had to fight like this was the last bout of their lives.

In the corner of the training room, Damon sat quietly, reflecting on everything that had brought him to this point.

Winning the quarterfinals had silenced some critics.

But the whispers about Kofi and Brian hadn\'t died down, if anything, the hype had only grown stronger.

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Ivan, his teammate and fellow semifinalist, was warming up across the room.

There was no lighthearted conversation between them this time, just mutual respect and focus.

They both understood the gravity of the moment.

"Remember," Whittier had told them earlier in the week, "this isn\'t just about winning. It\'s about leaving a mark. They\'re always watching."

They both knew he was right.

Whittier had stated, in a low, passionate voice, "And when I\'m talking about they, I\'m not just talking about the UFA." "I\'m talking about the entire world. The fans."

Those words echoed in Damon\'s mind as he sat there, staring at the floor.

Damon sighed deeply, leaning back against the wall.

The training for the day was over, but his muscles were still sore from how hard the session was

Tomorrow would bring another match-up, one step closer to the end of the show.

The pace of the competition had picked up, and each day felt more critical than the last.

He knew Ivan\'s fight was next, but the question remained, who would Whittier choose for him to face?

Whittier had mentioned he\'d talk to them about it after training, but for now, all they could do was wait.

The door to the locker room creaked open, and Whittier stuck his head in, calling out, "Okay, come on, gather in. Let\'s talk, guys."

Damon and Ivan exchanged glances, standing up to head into the locker room where the coaches waited.

Ivan gave Damon a nod before taking a seat, the two of them settling in, eyes on Whittier.

Whittier stood before them, his expression proud but serious. "Okay, lads, you\'ve reached the semifinals. You\'ve fought your way through, and I want to say I\'m proud of both of you."

Whittier sat down, his relaxed demeanor putting the fighters at ease, but there was still that sharp edge in his tone that demanded attention.

"Okay, guys, pay attention. Today is a little different." He looked back and forth between Damon and Ivan, his face serious but calm.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. "You\'ve done well, both of you. You\'ve fought hard, and we got that win in the last fight. But here\'s the thing, this time around, we\'re not calling the shots on who you\'re gonna fight next."

Damon and Ivan exchanged glances, both of them looking a little surprised.

Whittier nodded, reading their expressions. "Yep, it\'s out of our hands, mate. Ronan Black\'s gonna be making the decision on the matchups for the semifinals. So, we\'re not walking in there and saying \'We want Brian\' or \'We want Kofi\'. This is his call."

He paused, letting that sink in. "And I know what you\'re thinking. It\'s a curveball, yeah? But don\'t stress about it. What we do know is that no matter who you\'re up against, it\'s still the same game. You\'ve been prepping for this, you\'re ready.

It doesn\'t change the fact that when you step into that cage, it\'s just you, your skills, and the other bloke across from you."

Whittier leaned back slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So don\'t get too caught up in the \'who\' right now. Focus on what you do best. We\'ll adapt once we know, and we\'ll go in there ready to put on a show, as always."

He gave them both a nod, his usual calm confidence shining through. "We\'re here to win, boys. Doesn\'t matter who\'s in front of you. When you step into that cage, you\'re the one in control. Alright?"

Whittier gave a reassuring smile, his tone softer but still carrying that familiar confidence. "But don\'t worry too much, boys. I believe in you. I\'ve seen you fight, seen what you\'re capable of, and I know there\'s more you\'re ready to show. This is just another step, yeah?"

Damon and Ivan both nodded, the tension in the room easing slightly as they listened.

Whittier leaned back in his chair, arms crossed casually. "As for now, we\'re going to wait for Ronan to come in and discuss the matchups with us. He\'s gonna give us the rundown, but remember, the final decision rests in his hands."

He paused, making sure his words hit home. "Doesn\'t matter who it is. What matters is what you bring into that cage. So stay focused, stay sharp, and when we get the word, we\'ll be ready to go."

As Damon sat there, his thoughts drifted.

He wasn\'t sure if he felt relieved or anxious.

On one hand, if Ivan lost, it meant he\'d have to face both Brian and Kofi eventually.

On the other hand, if Ivan won, then he\'d have to face his own teammate in the finals.

Either way, he would have ro fight.

Whittier\'s words echoed in his mind: It\'s not about who you fight, but what you bring into the cage.

That was the truth, Damon realized. He couldn\'t control the matchups, but he could control how he fought.

That thought made the doubt start to go away, and a quiet determination took its place.