The clip ended, the screen freezing on Blake's smug grin.
Damon tilted his head, eyes narrowing for a moment before he leaned back in his chair.
The guy looked familiar, but not important enough to stick in his memory.
He shook his head and let out a small chuckle. It wasn't deep. Not worth his time. If he answered every call-out from people outside MMA, he'd be fighting non-stop.
He sighed, reaching for his water, mind rolling through what he already knew. Boxing call-outs were nothing new.
MMA fighters had been stepping into the ring for years, chasing the fast bag, and most of them ended up sleeping on the canvas. Every time, the pattern repeated.
There was even a running theory that it was all business.
That some of those fights were softened, or at least tilted, because the outcome worked for everyone involved.
The MMA fighter cashed a massive check, took no lasting hit to their reputation, and the boxer walked away with their stock skyrocketed.
