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Kofi and Brian, who had been key players in Team Chemasov\'s dominance, barely spoke to each other.

It was strange, but Damon didn\'t dwell on it too much.

At this point in the competition, teamwork meant little.

It had been crucial in the early stages, but now everyone was a competitor, even your own teammate.

Damon kept his focus sharp, knowing that the matchups could be revealed at any moment.

All that mattered was who brought their best into the cage, just like Whittier said.

Today was the day.

The semifinals matchups would finally be revealed.

The fans were just as excited as the fighters; they couldn\'t stop talking about who would face who and who would make it to the final.

Together, Damon and Ivan arrived at the training facility, their concentration laser-like.

Team Chemasov followed closely behind, their presence as commanding as ever as they made their way inside the building.

As soon as they got into the fight room, they stood still by the cage and waited.

There was no denying the tension. .

They weren\'t just waiting for their coaches, everyone knew the real decision-maker was Ronan Black.

The CEO\'s presence today would signal the official start of the semifinal stage, and the fighters braced themselves for what was about to come.

The silence in the room was broken by Kofi\'s loud, mocking voice as they waited. "It\'s time now, kids. Hehe, no more sparing, no more senseless crying. All that is over. I really hope I get locked in with one of you."

Damon didn\'t like the sound of his voice, and he felt his patience thin. "Why not shush your little mouth?"

Kofi grinned, a grin full of conceit. "Or what? You gonna go all leprechaun on me and start throwing profanities? Or maybe you\'ll pull out some chopsticks, eh? What a joke."

Damon\'s smile vanished from his face, and he became silent, inevitably giving Kofi the response he was hoping for.

"Yeah, shut up. That\'s what you\'re good at," Kofi sneered.

Just as Damon was about to snap back, the door swung open, and the coaches entered the room, followed by Ronan Black himself.

Ronan walked in with a big smile on his face, and the room was quickly filled with his usual energy.

"Alright, you bunch of savages, this is the moment we\'ve all been waiting for!" he shouted, his voice booming like a seasoned fight promoter. "Time to reveal the damn semifinals matchups."

He scanned the room, locking eyes with each fighter for a second before continuing. "I mean, this season\'s been packed with some absolute bangers, great fights, killer moments, a bit of drama here and there. I know you guys and everyone watching have been making your predictions, but enough with the speculation. Let\'s get to it!"

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Ronan continued, pacing a bit as he spoke. "First thing\'s first, I want to say you four have made it here, and that\'s a hell of an achievement. You\'ve gained fans, maybe even picked up a few haters along the way, but more importantly, you\'ve shown everyone what you\'re made of."

He paused, letting his words sink in, then added, "But now... this is the moment for titans. This is the moment that means everything. If you\'ve got anything left to show, now\'s the time. No more holding back. You fight your hearts out and show what real warriors are all about."

Ronan looked around the room, his expression turning serious. "So, I want to say congratulations for making it this far. But now it\'s time to dig deeper, go harder, and leave it all in that cage."

"Ittss time."

Ronan chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, I can\'t do it like Bruce Buffer, but here goes," he said with a grin.

"So, without further ado, the first fight of the semifinals matchup…" He paused for dramatic effect, then announced, "We have… Ivan Novak versus Brian Walker!"

The fighters\' intense gaze locked with each other causing the room to go quiet.

Ivan\'s face stayed cold and serious, while Brian\'s jaw clenched and his eyes lit up with purpose.

Both men knew what this meant, there was no turning back now.

Brian and Ivan stepped forward, their faces inches apart, neither saying a word.

You could feel the tension between them, but they didn\'t need to say anything at this point. Both of them knew what was at risk.

As they squared off, Damon couldn\'t help but glare at Kofi.

He didn\'t need an official announcement to know what was coming next.

Kofi met his gaze with a smirk, his eyes full of confidence, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along.

When Brian and Ivan stepped back into line, Ronan broke the silence with a grin. "Alright, and for the next fight, we have… Damon Cross versus Kofi Clarke!"

The air felt heavier as Ronan spoke, but Damon didn\'t blink, his eyes still locked with Kofi\'s.

This was it.

As Damon and Kofi stepped forward for the face-off.

They pushed their foreheads together, neither willing to back down.

Damon\'s eyes burned with intensity as he spoke through clenched teeth, "I\'ll show you what Leprechauns and Chopsticks are."

Kofi chuckled darkly, the smirk never leaving his face. "Oh, I hope you do... because I\'ll destroy you in the process."

No more words were needed. The two fighters locked eyes, neither blinking, their silent challenge vibrating through the air.

The guy stepping between them, trying to keep the intensity from spilling over, glanced at the camera with a grin. "Don\'t miss the two semifinal matches: Ivan Novak versus Brian Walker, and Damon Cross versus Kofi Clarke."

And the stage was set.

Whether the fans liked the matchups or not, it didn\'t matter.

The fighters were ready, and the battles that lay ahead would define their futures.

There was no turning back now, only the cage, their skills, and the will to win.