"THIS IS YOUR CO-MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!"
Deuce Baffer's voice thundered through the arena, snapping like electricity.
"Three rounds in the UFA Middleweight Division!"
A loud cheer followed, fans of both men making themselves heard.
The atmosphere was heavy with expectation.
"Introducing first!
Fighting out of the red corner!
A mixed martial artist holding a professional record of twenty-four wins, four losses.
Standing six feet four inches tall, weighing in at one hundred eighty-four pounds.
Fighting out of Lagos, Nigeria—
He is the former UFA Middleweight Champion…
ISMAEL… DESAYEN!!!"
The crowd gave him a massive ovation. Desayen stayed composed, nodding once, his expression calm but intense. This was his world. His moment. His final run.
He raised one glove, and the arena rumbled back.
Desayen walked slowly toward the center, lips pursed, eyes locked in.
A faint smirk showed at the corner of his mouth, confident. Focused. Ready.
