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Both Damon and Brian had garnered loyal followings since entering The Supreme Fighter show, and now, their fans filled the arena, chanting and cheering as the atmosphere swelled with intensity.

Damon glanced around the ring, his eyes briefly catching the logos of various sponsors emblazoned on the canvas.

But what truly caught his attention was the man stepping into the cage, a man who wasn\'t a fighter, but someone he admired nonetheless.

Deuce Baffer, the legendary announcer of the UFA, strutted into the cage with his trademark swagger.

Dressed in an impeccable, bold suit that sparkled under the arena lights, Deuce held his cards confidently, every movement oozing professionalism and flair.

Damon couldn\'t help but get a rush of excitement from the respect he commanded.

This was it. .

When Deuce Baffer was in the cage, it meant the fight was about to begin.

The crowd quieted slightly, waiting for the moment Deuce would unleash his iconic voice to kick off the co-main event.

Damon kept his focus but couldn\'t deny the sense of awe he felt as he stood under the lights, about to fight on the biggest stage of his career.

Damon couldn\'t help but grin slightly to himself.

He had always dreamed of this moment, hearing Deuce Baffer announce his name to thousands of roaring fans.

2 years ago he had watched countless fights, specifically the first one, NcGyver and Joseph, the short match, since then he 0imagining himself in this very position.

And now, it was happening.

The moment he had played over in his head a hundred times was about to become real.

His heart pounded with excitement, but he also felt a serene sense of fulfillment.

He had made it.

All the struggles, the training, the sacrifices, it had led him here.

And in just a few moments, Deuce\'s voice would echo across the arena, announcing him as one of the finalists for The Supreme Fighter.

It was the kind of moment that would stay with him forever.

Deuce Baffer stepped to the center of the octagon, his booming voice commanding the attention of everyone in Madison Square Garden.

The crowd quieted slightly in anticipation, knowing they were about to witness a moment of history.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the co-main event of the evening!" Deuce\'s voice thundered, echoing throughout the packed arena.

Every fan hung on his every word, and the excitement was almost overwhelming.

"This fight is scheduled for three rounds in the UFA Middleweight division, and it is the Finals of The Supreme Fighter competition!"

The camera panned to Brian Walker, who stood bouncing on his feet in the blue corner, his face focused, though the adrenaline was clearly pumping through his veins.

"Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, a mixed martial artist holding a perfect professional record of 3 wins, no losses. Standing 6 feet, 1 inch tall, weighing in at 185 pounds, fighting out of Huntington Beach, California... presenting Brian Waaaaalkeeer!"

The crowd erupted as Brian raised his fists, nodding his head as he soaked in the moment.

It was evident that Brian had gained a following, and tonight they were showing their support.

It was clear that Brian had a fanbase behind him, and they were making their presence felt tonight.

Deuce then turned toward Damon, and the energy in the arena shifted as all eyes fell on the Irishman in the red corner.

Damon felt a chill run down his spine, but not from fear.

The moment he\'d always dreamed of.

"And now... introducing his opponent, fighting out of the red corner, a mixed martial artist making his professional debut here tonight. Standing 6 feet, 2 inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds, fighting out of Limerick, Ireland, presenting... Damon Crrrrrrrooooooossssssss!"

The arena exploded.

The sound of the crowd was deafening, and Damon felt the surge of adrenaline like never before.

As Deuce held the final note of his name, the roar of the fans echoed through every part of his body.

It was a rush of power, emotion, and purpose all rolled into one moment.

Damon\'s eyes quickly scanned the crowd, and he spotted his friends, Ty, Ash, Ashley, Joey, and Svetlana, cheering him on from the front row.

He was shocked, but quickly recovered, he didn\'t expect to see them here.

It had been so long since he had seen them all in person, but now wasn\'t the time to get emotional.

He quickly redirected his focus back to the fight.

This was his moment.

His time.

Damon allowed himself a brief moment of relief as he spotted his friends in the crowd, their familiar faces giving him reassurance.

While his mother wasn\'t there, it didn\'t bother him in the slightest.

In fact, her absence took some of the pressure off his shoulders.

He knew she couldn\'t bear to watch him fight, and that was fine.

His friends were his family too, and seeing them there filled him with strength.

As Deuce Baffer exited the cage with his signature swagger, the tension rose again.

The referee, Hank Binn, the veteran official who had been refereeing all of The Supreme Fighter bouts, stepped into the center of the octagon.

Hank gestured for Damon and Brian to approach, and both fighters stepped forward, their eyes locked on each other.

The crowd had quieted.

"Alright, gentlemen," Hank began, his voice firm and commanding, "we\'ve been through this before, but I\'m going to remind you of the rules. Protect yourselves at all times, follow my instructions, and if I tell you to stop, you stop. No shots to the back of the head, no knees or kicks to a downed opponent, and no illegal strikes."

Both Damon and Brian nodded slightly, but neither man broke their stare, each fighter looking for any sign of weakness in the other.

"If I feel like you\'re not intelligently defending yourself, I will stop the fight," Hank continued. "If you\'re caught in a submission, tap, and I will end it. We clear?" Your next read is at m v|l-e\'-NovelBin.net

Again, both fighters nodded, though their eyes never left each other.

Hank paused for a moment, looking between the two of them, then asked, "Do you want to touch gloves?"

Neither fighter moved. Damon took a small step back, as did Brian, without so much as a flinch toward extending their gloves.

The animosity between them was clear.

This was personal.

The crowd felt the intensity as well.

James Nix, one of the commentators, spoke in a low, excited voice. "There\'s no love lost between these two. You can see it in their faces, they\'re ready to go to war."

Jim Logan chimed in, his voice buzzing with anticipation. "No glove touch here, and honestly, I didn\'t expect one. This is personal for Brian. He wants revenge for his brother. And Damon... well, he\'s got something to prove tonight, he said he\'ll beat the other brother, so it\'s time for him to back his words."

Demien Korvier added, "yeah, both of these guys have shown they\'re elite-level competitors. We\'ve seen them grow throughout this show, and tonight, we\'re about to find out who wants it more."

Hank Binn took a final glance at both fighters, ensuring they were prepared.

He stood firm in the center of the octagon, his voice echoing through the arena.

"Ready?" he asked, looking at Brian.

Brian gave a slight nod, his fists clenched tight.

"Ready?" Hank then asked, turning to Damon.

Damon, eyes sharp and focused, nodded in response.

Hank Binn raised his hand and shouted, "Fight!"

The crowd roared to life as the bell rang, and both fighters surged forward.

The final battle had begun.