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Even though the room was buzzing with distress and excitement, Damon stayed focused.

"Okay, Damon," Whittier spoke in a steady yet firm tone. "Remember the plan. Kofi\'s explosive, but he\'s chaoticly predictable. You can use that against him. Don\'t stand still, keep moving, and make him chase you. He\'ll want to come at you fast and hard in the early rounds, but that\'s exactly when you need to stay sharp and avoid getting caught."

Damon nodded, shaking out his arms as he listened.

"His explosiveness is dangerous," Whittier continued, "but if you can make him miss, he\'s gonna get frustrated. That\'s when the openings will come. When he tires, we\'ll see those big swings, those telegraphed punches. That\'s where you can counter."

Whittier paced in front of Damon, mimicking Kofi\'s aggressive style. "He\'ll rush you, try to corner you. You\'ve seen how he fights, he comes in heavy with those power shots. Use your footwork, keep your distance, and don\'t engage in a firefight unless you see a clear opportunity. Remember, you\'re not here to brawl; you\'re here to pick him apart."

As Damon processed the plan, his breathing became more challenging.

Though he could feel the stress rising, he maintained his composure.

"And here\'s the thing," Whittier added with a small grin. "Kofi\'s been through a sudden weight cut. You saw what that did to him, cutting his hair and all. That\'s gonna hit his cardio hard. I guarantee it."

Damon smirked, thinking back to Kofi\'s bald head at the weigh-ins. "Yeah, I noticed. He wasn\'t happy about it."

"Exactly," Whittier said, nodding. "That gives you the advantage. He\'s explosive, but that weight cut is gonna drain him faster than usual. He\'ll be good for the first round, maybe halfway into the second, but after that, he\'s gonna gas. That\'s when you take over. Keep your composure, stay patient, and wait for the right moment.

He\'s gonna swing for the fences, and when he slows down, you capitalize."

Whittier paused, giving Damon a pat on the shoulder. "You\'ve trained for this. You\'re ready. We\'ve worked on dealing with explosive fighters, remember? Keep him at bay, make him miss, and punish him when he does."

Damon nodded, his eyes sharpening as he went through the plan in his head again. "I got it. I won\'t let him get to me early. And when he fades, I\'ll be there to finish him."

Whittier smiled, seeing the determination in Damon\'s eyes. "Good. Now let\'s go out there and show him what you\'re made of."

Damon nodded, his eyes narrowing as he left the locker room.

The moment he stepped through the door, the music hit, loud, pulsing, energizing.

His coaches followed closely behind, all wearing the same determined expressions, but Damon was in his own zone.

He felt the cameras on him as he walked, but his mind stayed locked on the fight ahead.

He strode down the hall and into the training facility\'s arena, the cage looming in front of him like a battlefield.

His pace was steady but purposeful, and as he approached the official station, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled physique.

The official stood ready, giving Damon a quick nod. "Alright, let\'s get you checked," he said, his tone professional but akso relaxed.

Damon stopped in front of him, lifting his arms slightly as the official applied Vaseline to his face, ensuring the fighter\'s skin wouldn\'t tear too easily.

"Good mouthguard?" the official asked, his hand out.

Damon opened his mouth slightly, showing the mouthguard in place.

The official nodded, giving him a light tap on the shoulder. "Check. Now, cup?"

Damon tapped the front of his shorts where the protective cup rested, and the official lightly patted it to make sure everything was secure. "You\'re good," the official said, his tone satisfied. "Alright, into the cage you go."

Damon stepped past him and made his way toward the cage door, his eyes never leaving the structure.

He walked up the stairs, slipping through the door and into the octagon, the cold metal of the fence behind him as he made his way to his side.

The music faded, and the air in the room shifted as the anticipation built.

Then, Kofi\'s music began.

The atmosphere changed immediately, and Damon, standing calm on his side of the cage, locked his eyes on the entryway, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Kofi made his way to the cage with an imposing presence.

His large, muscular frame seemed to take up more space than it should, and every step he took was deliberate, confident.

As he reached the official\'s station, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his inked chest, a tattoo of a woman\'s face across his brown skin, an image that seemed to carry a story of its own.

Kofi bounced lightly on his feet, shaking out his arms as the official approached him for the routine check.

His size and power were impossible to ignore, and everyone in the room felt it.

"Alright, let\'s get you checked," the official said, applying the same Vaseline to Kofi\'s face.

"Mouthguard?" the official asked.

Kofi showed his mouthguard in place, then gave a slight tap to his cup when prompted.

"Good to go," the official confirmed, stepping aside as Kofi made his way to the cage.

As he stepped into the octagon, he locked eyes with Damon.

The music stopped, and the room went silent for a brief moment.

It was on.

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With a commanding voice that grabbed the attention of both fighters, Hank Binn moved forward into the center of the cage.

"Alright, gentlemen, come on in."

Damon and Kofi stepped toward the middle of the cage, their eyes locked, neither man willing to look away.

Hank positioned himself between them, his seasoned presence setting the tone for what was about to unfold.

"Alright, fighters, you know the rules," Hank began, his tone firm but calm. "I want a clean fight. Protect yourselves at all times, follow my instructions, and if I tell you to stop, you stop. No strikes to the back of the head, no eye pokes, no groin shots. If you get caught in a submission, tap and I\'ll stop the fight.

If I feel like you\'re not intelligently defending yourself, I will stop the fight. Understood?"

Both fighters nodded, never breaking eye contact.

Hank continued, glancing from one fighter to the other. "If you wanna touch gloves, do it now."

Neither Damon nor Kofi moved to touch gloves.

The seemed to be no respect between the two.

Hank gave them a moment, then stepped back.

"Alright. Ready? Ready?"

Both fighters nodded.

"Fight!" Hank dropped his hand, and the fight began.