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Baffer raised the microphone to his lips and looked around the packed arena. "Ladies and gentlemen," his deep voice boomed, "Referee Hank Binn has called a stop to the contest at 3 minutes, 45 seconds of round two!"

He paused, letting the tension rise, the crowd holding its breath. Enjoy new adventures from mvl

"Declaring the winner..." he drew it out, stretching the moment, "by TKO... BALIM \'BORZ\' CHEMASOV!!!"

There were a lot of cheers and boos in the arena, either way the energy was high.

In celebration, Chemasov raised his arms high and smiled ferociously as Hank Binn raised his hand to show that he had won.

Some fans roared their approval, while others, disappointed in Whittier\'s loss, voiced their discontent.

Chemasov, unfazed by the mixed reaction, pounded his chest and let out a triumphant roar as his team celebrated behind him.

Whittier, showing true sportsmanship, nodded in respect as he gave him space to celebrate, still shaking off the loss but holding his head high.

Jim Logan, who was holding a microphone, moved closer and stood next to the winner. He spoke over the noise of the crowd, "I\'m here with the winner, Balim Chemasov."

He turned to Chemasov, "Balim, you just took out one of the best middleweights and a former champion. What are your thoughts?"

Chemasov grabbed the mic and looked directly at the crowd, his voice booming with confidence. "Ronan, Ronan... I fight the best, I smesh the best, I beat Whittier. Ronan, give me title shot, I smesh champion next!"

The crowd let out a mix of cheers and boos, but the cheers were loud enough to drown out the boos.

There was no denying how intense Chemasov was, and his fans fed off of that.

Jim Logan nodded, impressed. "Alright, there you have it, the winner, Balim Chemasov. Balim, amazing match. Congratulations, thank you." The crowd was rocking with excitement as the two shook hands.

From the commentary booth, Demien Korvier chimed in. "Wow, Chemasov\'s not wasting any time! Calling out DPP and asking for a title shot after taking out Whittier, he\'s gunning straight for the top, no hesitation."

James Nix added, "And you have to respect that. I mean, Chemasov has steamrolled his competition. If you\'re DPP, you\'ve got to take that call-out seriously. This man just beat a former champion, and he\'s not stopping until he gets that gold."

Jim Logan moved to Donald Whittier, microphone in hand. "Bobby Knuckles, you\'ve put up a great performance, managed to defend against Chemasov\'s wrestling, but unfortunately, you couldn\'t get it done tonight. What are your thoughts?"

Donald Whittier, still catching his breath, smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it is what it is, mate. Chemasov\'s a tough guy, and I\'ve got nothing but respect for him. I gave it my all, but tonight wasn\'t my night. I\'ll go back, regroup, and come back stronger. That\'s the game, you win some, you lose some.

No excuses, just gotta improve and move forward."

As Jim Logan started to wrap up the interview, Whittier motioned for the mic. "Let me say something else," Whittier said, turning to the crowd. "I\'m also happy for Team Whittier tonight. I\'m proud of the team and, most importantly, Damon Cross. Congrats on becoming The Supreme Fighter, mate, and welcome to the big stage!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, appreciating the sportsmanship and Whittier\'s acknowledgment of Damon.

The fans were ecstatic, cheering for both fighters for their great fights and good attitudes.

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In the room where Damon and his friends were gathered, they had just finished watching the fight, and Balim\'s call-out to DPP and Whittier\'s interview played through the speakers.

Damon sat back, feeling a mix of emotions.

He was flattered to be mentioned by Whittier, a veteran of the sport, but damn, the match itself had been something else.

He leaned back and mused, \'Honestly, I thought if Chemasov was ever going to defeat Whittier, it had to be on the ground.\'

Maybe he had been biased a bit when backing Whittier do to him being his TSF,

Joey, on the other hand, looked thrilled.

He had that type of personality where he rooted for everyone, though his favorite was the light heavyweight champion.

Ash was sitting across from him and had a huge grin on his face, like he had just won the lottery. "Man, what a fight! Chemasov is a beast!" he exclaimed, clearly satisfied with the outcome.

But across the room, Ashley was not as thrilled.

She sat with her arms crossed, clearly unhappy, almost like she\'d swallowed a fly.

Her expression said it all.

Ash noticed and couldn\'t resist teasing her. "Well, I hope you brought your wallet, \'cause you\'re leaving with it very light!" he said with a smug smile, referencing their earlier bet.

Ashley rolled her eyes, but deep down, she knew she was going to have to pay for their drinks. "Yeah, yeah. Just don\'t rub it in too much," she muttered, trying to hide a smile despite her loss.

The room was filled with light laughter as they shared in the post-fight excitement.

As the group stood up, stretching and preparing to leave, Ash let out a satisfied sigh, "Well, that\'s the end of the show, I guess."

Damon nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I think I\'ll have to stick around for a bit. since i think i have to see what\'s next after winning this show. Might not make it to the club, and if I do, I\'ll probably be late."

Ash grinned. "Well, that\'s your loss, man. You\'re missing out on watching Ashley\'s money vanish into thin air."

They all laughed as they gathered their things, preparing to head out. Just then, Svetlana spoke up, her voice calm but firm. "I\'ll stay with Damon." Everyone turned to look at her, not surprised, just curious. She continued, "Plus, I\'m not really into partying, so I\'m fine."

Joey stood there, clearly contemplating his next move.

He looked like he was debating whether to stay with Damon and Svetlana and finally meet Donald Whittier or join the others for a night out.

Ash noticed his hesitation immediately. "Oh, come on, man. Don\'t do this to me. Would you rather hang out here waiting to meet a sweaty man or head to the club with hot chicks?" Ash said, trying to tempt him with a grin.

Joey hesitated but then sighed, defeated. "Ah, well, Damon and Ashley are UFA fighters. I\'ll have plenty of chances to meet other fighters. Fine, I\'ll go."

Ashley couldn\'t help but smile, whether it was because she was pleased to leave Damon and Svetlana together or because fewer people meant she\'d spend less money, it was hard to tell.

As the group was about to head out, Damon gave them a final warning. "Ash, be careful, alright? This isn\'t LA."

Ash waved him off with a confident smirk. "No big deal, bro. I\'ve been to New York before. I\'ve got friends here. We\'re good."

With that, the group made their way out, leaving Damon and Svetlana behind.

The room suddenly felt quieter, more intimate, as they stood there alone.