Chapter 23: Stockton Brothers

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Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Stockton Brothers

Damon watched the next match unfold before his eyes.

The guy who had knocked out the kid in the previous fight, a towering figure with a menacing scowl, stepped into the cage with a confident swagger.

But his confidence was short-lived, as his opponent, a lean and agile fighter named Tim, proved to be a formidable foe.

The bell rang, and the two fighters began to circle each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, sensing that this was going to be a fight to remember.

The first punch was thrown by the towering fighter, a powerful jab aimed straight at Tim's face.

But Tim was quick, dodging the punch with ease and countering with a swift kick to the stomach.

The towering fighter doubled over, gasping for breath, as Tim seized the opportunity to land a series of rapid-fire punches.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Tim's fists flew through the air, each one landing with precision and force.

The towering fighter stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock, as Tim continued to press the attack.

Finally, with a devastating combination of punches and kicks, Tim sent the towering fighter crashing to the ground. The crowd went wild, cheering and chanting Tim's name as he stood victorious over his defeated opponent.

Damon watched in awe, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just seen.

He had heard people talking around that Tim's brother was friends with the Diego brothers, whoever they were.

Damon felt a shiver run down his spine as he stepped into the octagon. The cool, damp grass beneath his feet was a contrast to the rough gloves on his hands.

The cage loomed above him, making him feel trapped. The air was thick with tension, and Damon could smell the sweat and adrenaline.

Damon felt the crowd's eyes on him, watching his every move. He took a deep breath and focused on the moment.

The people outside the cage began to murmur, their voices filled with uncertainty. "Hey, who do you think will win?" someone asked, their tone laced with doubt. The question hung in the air, like a challenge waiting to be answered.

Their friend, standing with arms crossed, responded with a confident smirk. "What's that question? It's obviously Tim. He's probably been training with the Diego brothers, so I'm sure he can beat this... this... crackhead." The words spilled out of their mouth like a rapid-fire sequence, each one landing with a sense of conviction.

The person who asked the question raised an eyebrow, their expression skeptical. "I don't know, man. But we'll see." Their voice trailed off, like a slow-moving stream, as they gazed into the cage.

The friend, still confident, shot back with a grin. "Wanna bet on it?" The words were like a dare, thrown down like a gauntlet, waiting to be picked up.

But the person hesitated, their eyes darting back and forth, like a trapped animal searching for an escape. "Nope," they replied finally, their voice barely above a whisper.

Joey walked into the cage, his voice booming across the lawn. "OKAY EVERYONE, THIS MATCH DESERVES A PROPER INTRODUCTION, IT'S THE FINAL FOR TODAY!" He paused for dramatic effect, surveying the crowd gathered around the makeshift cage.

His eyes landed on the cage, but he hesitated, realizing he didn't see any color designating the corners. "UHH, BLUE CORNER!" he exclaimed, making it up on the spot. The crowd chuckled at the improvisation.

"We have TIM!" Joey announced, his voice echoing off the surrounding houses. The crowd erupted into applause, some people still chatting and placing last-minute bets. Tim stood calmly in the cage, his eyes fixed intently on his opponent.

Joey turned to the other side of the cage. "ON THE RED SIDE, I MEAN CORNER, WE HAVE DAMON!" The crowd applauded again, their voices and whistles filling the evening air. Damon stood tall, his eyes locked on Tim with a fierce determination.

Joey concluded the introduction with a flourish. "Okay dudes, this is it! Want the cash? Then get on to fighting!" He quickly exited the cage, leaving the two fighters to face off.