Chapter 31: A New Morning

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: A New Morning

Damon woke up early, the sunlight peeking through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the room.

He stretched his arms and yawned, feeling the softness of the bed beneath him. His body ached from the fights, but it was a good kind of pain, a reminder of his hard work and determination.

He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, his feet making soft creaking sounds on the floor. He turned on the light and looked in the mirror, wincing slightly at the sight of his battered face.

His eyes were puffy, and his cheeks were bruised, but it didn't look too bad. He washed his face with warm water, feeling the coolness soothe his skin.

After washing up, he dressed in the same clothes he had worn the day before. They were clean and comfortable, and he didn't see the need to change.

He walked back to bed and looked at his mom, who was still sleeping peacefully.

She was lying on her side, her hands tucked under her pillow, and a soft smile on her face.

Damon felt like she might sleep the whole day, due to the comfortable bed and the warmth of the room.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of his mom's gentle breathing.

Damon sat down on his bed, looking around the room, taking in every detail. The walls were a pale yellow, and the furniture was old but clean.

?

There was a small table in the corner, with two chairs, and a TV on a small table against the wall. The window had a view of the parking lot, and the sunlight cast a warm glow over everything.

Damon opened his system interface.

Total Fights: 3 (3-0)

Fighting Style:

Style: Muay Thai : Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu

Physical Stats:

Strength: F

Speed: F

Stamina: F

Endurance: C+

He examined the TV, noticing how old it looked. The screen was dusty, and the buttons on the front were yellowed.

But he decided to try and turn it on anyway. He pressed the button that looked like the power button, and waited.

At first, nothing happened. But then, the screen flickered and turned grey. Suddenly, a loud, static noise filled the room: "SHSHHSHSHSHSHSHSH". Damon cursed under his breath, "Fuck!"

He quickly turned to check on his mom, worried that the noise would wake her up. But she was still fast asleep, undisturbed.

Damon let out a sigh of relief and quickly turned off the TV, not wanting to risk waking her up.

The room fell silent again, except for the sound of his mom's gentle breathing.

Damon stood there for a moment, looking at the TV with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

He had hoped to find something to watch, something to take his mind off things. But the TV was clearly old and broken.

But then, something inside Damon urged him to try again. He decided to press the button once more, and this time, the static noise grew even louder.

He panicked, his heart racing, and quickly slapped the TV to try and make it stop. To his surprise, the static noise ceased, and the TV began playing a clear picture.

Damon was shocked and relieved. He looked around the TV, searching for the volume switch, as the sound was still very loud. He finally found it and turned it down to a more comfortable level.

As he looked at the screen, he saw that it was showing a horse racing match.

Damon wasn't interested, so he started pressing buttons to change the channel.

He searched for a long time, but couldn't find anything else. Just when he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a different channel.

This time, he saw two fighters facing each other in a cage.

Damon's eyes widened with interest. He noticed that it was a UFA match, and even though the TV was in black and white, it didn't bother him.

He sat down, engrossed in the match, watching every move the fighters made.

The sound of the crowd cheering, the commentators' voices, and the fighters' grunts filled the room.

Damon was completely absorbed in the match, his eyes fixed on the screen. He watched as the fighters exchanged blows, their movements swift and precise.

As the match ended, Damon felt a rush of excitement. He wanted to watch more.

He kept watching, one match after another, fascinated by the skill and strength of the fighters.