Deuce Baffer stepped to the center of the Octagon, microphone in hand, his voice echoing through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, referee Garne Rowen has called a stop to this contest at 4 minutes, 40 seconds of the first round, declaring the winner by submission due to a rear-naked choke…"
As he spoke, Ronan Black approached Damon, the championship belt in hand.
"…ANNNDDDDDDDD!!!
STILLLLLLL!!!!
THE UNDISPUTED, UNDEFEATED UFA MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!!…"
Ronan wrapped the belt around Damon's waist as the crowd erupted.
"…Damon 'The Ronin' Cross!"
The arena shook with applause as Damon stood tall, the belt gleaming around his waist.
Ava clung to his leg, her tiny hand gripping his shorts, unaware of the magnitude of the moment. Damon looked down at her, a soft smile breaking through his stoic demeanor.
The commentary team added their voices to the celebration.
"Damon Cross has done it again, folks. A dominant performance, a statement victory."
