Highlight reels of Darius's past victories played on the screens—explosive knockouts, grueling wars of attrition, and moments of raw power that had earned him the nickname "The Titan."
Darius paused at the edge of the cage, looking out at the crowd. Then, with a deep breath, he climbed in, his expression shifting from calm to ferocious. This wasn't just a fight for him; it was a statement.
In his corner, Victor Lopez stood silent, his arms crossed as he assessed the fighters. His calm demeanor belied the wealth of experience and strategy he brought to the table.
The referee called them to the center of the cage.
Miguel smirked, his arms crossed. "You should've stayed retired, old man."
Darius didn't flinch. "Let's see if that wall of yours can hold up against a Titan."
The referee's voice broke the tension. "Protect yourselves at all times. Touch gloves if you want. Let's have a clean fight."