Chapter 68 - Chapter 67 — Future Plans

> "And this is just the beginning."Isabella flipped to a new slide filled with glittering sponsor logos. Her eyes gleamed.> "UA's global president called personally. Your championship clause activated automatically. Your base endorsement fee doubles to four million dollars per year for the next two years."At the same time, Coca-Cola, Rolex, and Porsche have each dispatched senior representatives. They all want first contact tomorrow morning."David Chen leaned forward, his tone steady but his excitement obvious.> "I've already had my legal team draft the highest-standard sponsorship agreements overnight. Yogan, you're now the most profitable name in global combat sports."Yogan listened in silence, his expression unreadable. For him, money had long since become a string of numbers on a spreadsheet. He tapped his knuckles on the table, scanning the faces of his core team. When he spoke, his voice was low, firm, and final.> "David, call the UFC. I want to know exactly what Sean Shelby and Rafael dos Anjos' team are thinking."I don't care about their schedules — my next fight must be for the Lightweight title. Tell them I won't wait longer than three or four months before I step into the Octagon again."The calm yet commanding statement dropped into the room like a bucket of ice water, instantly chilling the celebratory buzz. Everyone stared.Daniel Cormier was first to break the silence, throwing up his hands.> "Bro, are you crazy? You just fought the biggest fight of your life. Take a break! Fly to Hawaii, meet girls, enjoy being a champion! Why rush back in?"> "I'm not injured. Why should I waste time resting?"Yogan's reply was simple and brutal.> "DC, look at me. Do I look like someone who needs to 'recover'? The doctor said I was basically out for a walk. Why would I waste precious time on a beach when I'm at one hundred percent?"His gaze softened slightly as he looked around the room and decided to share a piece of the deeper truth.> "My time is limited, folks. You've all seen Dr. Phil's report: my body is still developing, my skeleton still growing. The plan is clear — win the Lightweight belt quickly, defend it a couple of times, then move up to Welterweight."The room went silent again. Even hardened veterans like DC and Luke Rockhold blinked in surprise. Only Coach Javier calmly set down his cutlery and fixed Yogan with a level stare, as if confirming a battle plan he had known but hoped would slow.> "Yogan, we've talked about this. I know the triple-crown is your ultimate goal."His voice was low, almost fatherly.> "But is it wise to move so fast? Lightweight and Welterweight are different worlds. Opponents' power, durability, especially the top wrestlers — everything jumps a level. Are you really ready for such an intense leap?"Yogan smiled, the quiet smile of a man who has already decided.> "Coach, that's where I truly belong. My preparation started the first day I walked into AKA."He leaned forward, his tone rising with conviction.> "Look at my frame: five-foot-nine with a five-foot-nine wingspan. Competing at Featherweight against five-foot-seven fighters was already unfair."The 170-pound Welterweight division isn't a stretch; it's my normal weight. It's the battleground where I can give everything without destroying my body."He paused, letting his eyes rest on Khabib, who had been silent in the corner. His voice softened.> "As for Lightweight — my brother is there. I could never fight him. I'll just be a visitor in that division, a passerby who comes to take the crown and deliver it to its rightful owner, Khabib."Khabib slowly lifted his head. His deep eyes met Yogan's steady gaze. No words passed between them — only a solemn, almost ceremonial nod. In that small gesture a silent pact formed between two future kings.The air in the room seemed to harden. DC's mouth hung open. Luke rubbed his chin, eyes narrowing with calculation. Gradually they realized Yogan's ambitions reached far beyond a single belt or even a single division. Tonight's victory had merely been the first step on a staircase toward legend.---One week later — San JoseInside Yogan's private villa, a core strategy meeting unfolded that would determine the next phase of Team Yogan.He sat at the head of a long oak table, speaking without preamble.> "Everyone, our current team configuration isn't enough for the goals I've set."His eyes settled on David Chen.> "I need a full-time elite staff of at least fifteen people serving only me. Money is no object. I want the best in the world."For the next hour Yogan outlined his "Dream Team" vision.---"First piece of the puzzle: a Director of Strength and Conditioning."> "I need an expert who can fuse cutting-edge sports science with my unique physiology. David, contact Dr. Remi Korburn, chief conditioning consultant for the U.S. Olympic Track and Field Team. Tell him I'll pay triple his national-team salary and build a world-class sports science lab next to AKA.""Second: the mind."His gaze shifted to Isabella.> "I want a Chief Sports Psychologist. Reach out to George Mumford — the master who helped shape the Lakers' Mamba Mentality and worked with Kobe and Jordan. I want to explore how Eastern Zen can merge with Western competitive psychology to forge a truly indestructible champion's heart.""Third: my image."> "I need a dedicated media content unit to document my training and life, producing high-quality documentaries like The Last Dance. I want fans worldwide to see the real, three-dimensional Yogan — not just the Octagon killer.""Finally: my health."Yogan's tone softened slightly.> "I need two full-time physical therapists and a nutrition assistant to support Dr. Phil. This body is a delicate machine. It must be cared for around the clock. Offer at least fifty percent above the highest industry standards."As his words settled over the room, an almost reverent silence followed. The upgrade plan for Team Yogan was officially launched.This was no longer a simple support staff for an athlete. It was the blueprint for a small, elite enterprise — an empire revolving around the name Yogan.---