Deuce Baffer turned, lifting the mic again as the crowd's volume dipped just enough to hear him clearly.
"AND HIS OPPONENT—"
The lights shifted again, cutting sharp toward the red corner.
"Fighting out of the red corner, a mixed martial artist holding a professional record of 25 wins and 7 losses. Standing six feet one inch tall, weighing in at 185 pounds even. Fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada, by way of Riverside, California..."
There was a slight rise of noise—boos clashing with rowdy cheers.
"He is a former UFA Middleweight Champion..."
Baffer leaned in as if winding a spring.
"...SHANE BRICKLAND!"
Shane raised both arms, grinning wild, nodding his head as the crowd responded in every direction—some with approval, many more with venom.
He thrived in it, arms still up, pacing slowly as if he owned the cage.
And now, with both men introduced, the war was moments away.
