Days passed, and anticipation thickened. Now, the press conference was finally here.
The stage was being prepared under the bright lights of the media hall.
Crews adjusted the cameras, laid down cables, and placed the UFA middleweight championship belt at the center of the table—gleaming under the spotlight like a crown awaiting its drama.
Nameplates were aligned.
Damon Cross.
Shane Brickland.
Water bottles stood unopened beside each chair, and two microphones waited—one for whoever spoke first, and the other for whoever got louder.
The crowd had begun to fill in early. Fans, media members, influencers, and fighters found their seats, buzzing with conversation. The clatter of chairs and low hum of voices echoed throughout the room.
Some were joking about what Shane would say this time. Others were whispering about whether Damon would finally let loose on the mic like fans had been craving.
The belt remained untouched at the table.
