Damon smiled as he watched the finish replay on the arena screen.
The right hook was sharp, the follow-up uppercut brutal, and the clean KO undeniable. Ronny had done it.
Against every doubt, every question about whether he belonged here, he had just punched his ticket to the finals.
Ronny threw his arms up and roared, bouncing off the cage with both fists high.
He soaked it in for a moment, chest heaving, before his eyes drifted back to Ayo.
Ayo Fasusi was already upright, seated against the cage with the medics giving him space.
His eyes were clear now, though the knockout was still written across his face.
He blinked, processing, shaking his head once before looking at Ronny. There was no bitterness in the look, only acceptance.
Ronny walked over, still breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his face. He crouched, touched Ayo's shoulder, and leaned in. "You good, brother?"
Ayo let out a tired laugh, then extended his glove. "That was clean, bro. You got me."
