It didn't take long for both fighters to step inside the cage.
Thami Zulu moved with quiet focus, his eyes fixed on the floor, while Chase Dunham carried himself with a loose confidence that bordered on cocky.
The announcer's voice filled the arena, formally introducing them one by one, before stepping back to let the referee take over.
The referee signaled them to the center and held his hands out, making sure both men were listening. "You know the rules," he said firmly. "Protect yourselves at all times, listen to my commands at all times. Touch gloves if you want, and step back."
Chase extended his hand with a smirk.
Thami hesitated for only a second before tapping it, then turned without a word.
Damon leaned forward in his seat, watching carefully.
This fight wasn't just another bout on the card, it was a test of two men shaped under the same roof, forged by the same coach.
