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He had just seen his fighter, Damon, claim victory, which filled him with pride. But now, his own focus sharpened.

This was his time. His turn to show the world once again why he was one of the best.

Whittier continued to move around, loosening his muscles, trying to stay focused.

He knew what was coming, Chemasov.

The man who had crushed countless opponents, a formidable force that many feared.

And tonight, they were about to collide.

A fast-paced beat erupted through the speakers, the kind of music that electrified the arena.

Chemasov\'s signature entrance track. It was the kind of sound that got the crowd on their feet, anticipating chaos.

The moment the music hit, Balim Chemasov came charging out, true to his style.

No slow walk, no drawn-out entrance, just a dead sprint towards the cage, his eyes already locked on Whittier.

The fans went wild, the energy in the arena spiking to new levels.

"Oh, here we go!" Demien Korvier laughed. "Chemasov\'s not wasting any time! That man\'s not here to pose, he\'s here to fight!"

James Nix chuckled. "You\'ve got to love it, man. No theatrics, just straight to business. This is exactly what makes Balim such a fan favorite."

Jim Logan added with a grin, "Every time! It\'s like watching someone who\'s late for a meeting but that meeting is inside the cage!"

Chemasov reached the cage, quickly paced around it before jumping in, never slowing down, his energy unmistakable.

The crowd roared louder, knowing the storm that was about to be unleashed.

"Look at that! He\'s already fired up," Korvier continued. "Whittier better be ready because Chemasov is here for war."

Deuce Baffers stepped into the middle of the octagon and his tone echoed around the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is the main event of the evening!"

The crowd erupted into cheers.

"Our three judges scoring this contest at octagon-side are: John Norris, Mark Levis, and Sarah Hill."

"And when the action begins, our referee in charge is Hank Binn."

Deuce paused for dramatic effect, soaking in the energy before continuing.

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The arena buzzed with excitement as Deuce prepared for the big moment.

"ANNNNNNNND NOWWWWW...!"

"For those in attendance, and UFA fans watching around the world... THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU\'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOOOORRR!"

The crowd roared louder.

"Live, from the sold-out arena in New York City, Madison Square Garden!"

When Deuce Baffers reached the iconic part of his introduction, the entire arena seemed to hold its breath.

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTSSSS... TIIIIMMMMEEEE!!!"

As he belted out the words, Deuce stomped his foot with dramatic flair, crouching slightly and leaning into the moment, his entire body adding emphasis to the legendary phrase.

His voice was very loud, and the crowd\'s roar got louder as they said it witg him, shaking Madison Square Garden to its core.

The power he had over the space and the energy in the air was thrilling.

Fans knew something amazing was going to happen, and Deuce\'s performance made them even more excited.

His movements, along with the stomp and the long, deep "IT\'S TIME," made the moment feel out of this world.

"Five rounds in the UFA Middleweight Division!"

Deuce gestured toward the blue corner.

"Introducing first,

FIGHTING!!!

out of the blue corner! A mixed martial artist holding a professional record of 29 wins, 4 losses. Standing 6 feet tall, weighing in at 185 pounds!

FIGHTING!!!!

out of Sydney, Australia... presenting the former UFA Middleweight Champion... DONALD!!! \'THE REAPER!!\' WHITTIER!"

The crowd exploded in applause as Whittier shadow-boxed in his corner, ready for action.

Deuce then turned to the red corner.

"And now introducing his opponent,

FIGHTING!!!!

out of the red corner! A mixed martial artist holding an undefeated professional record of 16 wins, no losses! Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds!

FIGHTING!!!!

out of Stockholm, Sweden... presenting the undefeated, ... BALIM!! \'BORZ!!\' CHEMASOV!"

The crowd roared even louder as Chemasov bounced on his feet, ready for battle.

Fans jumped to their feet, cheering and chanting, ready for the main event.

James Nix was the first commentator to speak, but his voice was hard to hear over the cheers of the crowd. "Man, you can just feel it in the air, Demien. These fans have been waiting for this moment all night!"

Demien Korvier chuckled, his excitement clear. "Absolutely, James. There\'s something special about a Deuce Baffers main event announcement, especially here at Madison Square Garden. It doesn\'t get any bigger than this!"

Jim Logan chimed in, his voice filled with anticipation, "I\'ve got chills, guys! Balim Chemasov versus Donald Whittier, two of the biggest names in the UFA right now. This is the fight everyone\'s been talking about for months!"

The camera moved over the loud crowd to capture how intense the moment was.

The fans were going crazy, the fighters were getting ready, and the commentators were so excited they could hardly speak.

Hank Binn stepped to the center of the octagon, signaling for both fighters to approach.

Chemasov and Whittier walked toward him, their eyes locked in a moment of mutual respect.

Hank raised his hands, his voice calm but commanding as he went over the rules. "Alright, gentlemen, we\'ve been through the rules in the back. Protect yourselves at all times. Follow my instructions at all times. No strikes to the back of the head, no groin shots. If I tell you to stop, you stop immediately.

If you want to touch gloves, do it now."

Both fighters glanced at each other, and with a slight nod of respect, they extended their fists and touched gloves.

The crowd roared with appreciation.

"Good. Back to your corners," Hank instructed as he stepped back, giving them space.

Chemasov and Whittier returned to their corners, bouncing lightly on their feet, fully focused.

Hank looked at both fighters, checking their readiness. He raised his hand and shouted, "Ready? Ready?"

Both fighters nodded, intense focus in their eyes.

"Fight!" Hank shouted, dropping his hand.

The bell rang, echoing through the arena. The fight was officially on!