Chapter 393: The Draw

Damon stood alongside three other middleweights.

It wasn't a large group, just four fighters in total, but that only made things more personal. With so few competitors, every match would count.

The official stepped forward, clipboard in hand, and the fighters' eyes locked onto him, waiting to hear their fate.

Three fights.

Three opportunities to prove who deserved to represent Ireland in the World MMA Tournament.

Damon scanned the faces of the other fighters.

Most were unfamiliar, but one stood out.

There was something Damon couldn't quite place but felt he'd seen before.

Despite the uncertainty, Damon's confidence was unshakable.

He wasn't concerned about who he'd face or how the fights would go.

He trusted in his skills, his preparation, and his ability to adapt.

He was here for one purpose, to win. And he wouldn't let anything stop him.

The official stepped forward, clipboard in hand, and began speaking.