[ The Fight Begins – Jack Hayes vs. Daniel Foster (Round 1) ]

[ Fight Week: Weight Cut Hell ]

Jack sat in the sauna, sweat pouring down his face. The final weight cut was the worst part of fight camp.

Victor tossed him a bottle of water. "Just a little more, then you're good."

Jack groaned. "This shit never gets easier."

Lena and Ruby watched from the doorway.

"You look like a boiled lobster," Ruby teased.

Jack glared at her. "I feel like one."

Lena smirked. "Keep pushing. You've been through worse."

Jack took a deep breath. One more push. Then it was war time.

[ The Final Faceoff ]

The night before the fight, at the official weigh-ins, Jack and Foster faced off one last time. Both men made weight, their bodies chiseled from months of training.

The cameras flashed as they squared up. Foster clenched his jaw. "Tomorrow, I end you."

Jack smirked, unfazed. "Tomorrow, I make you famous—for getting knocked the fuck out."

The crowd roared.

The fight was set.