Chapter 32: The Championship Dream

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: The Championship Dream

As Damon continued to watch, he noticed the crowd's excitement growing. It seemed they were all waiting for the final match.

When the previous fight ended, a well-dressed man in a stylish suit entered the scene.

He stood confidently, and music played, signaling the arrival of the main attraction.

A man emerged with his crew, and Damon couldn't help but notice his distinctive look.

He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and medium to dark skin.

His hair was black and closely cropped, revealing a clean-shaven face. His deep-set brown eyes seemed intense and focused, especially when he was in the ring.

Although the black and white screen didn't show colors, Damon could sense the man's aura. He exuded strength, discipline, and the sharpness of a seasoned fighter.

As the man approached the cage, Damon realized that this was the championship match everyone was waiting for.

The man held a championship belt, and Damon's eyes widened with excitement. He had never seen a championship match before, and he couldn't wait to see the action unfold.

When the man reached the cage, he stood there, his presence commanding attention.

The crowd cheered, and the commentators' voices grew louder. Damon felt his heart racing with anticipation.

He was about to witness something special, something that would leave a lasting impression.

He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the screen, ready to take in every moment of the championship match.

Suddenly, music played, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Damon's eyes were fixed on the screen as the other fighter emerged.

He watched as the fighter walked out, his pale skin a stark contrast to the dark surroundings. The fighter's body was marked with tattoos, each one telling a story of his journey.

Damon's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the large gorilla tattoo on the fighter's chest. The gorilla wore a crown on its head and clutched a heart in its teeth.

The fighter's hair was cropped short. The eyes seemed to gleam with a predatory focus, and Damon felt a shiver run down his spine.

The fighter's jaw was strong, covered in a trimmed beard that framed his face, adding to the aura of raw, rugged strength.

Joseph fell to the mat, his body crumpling instantly. Damon gasped, shocked by how fast it had all happened.

The referee rushed in, waving to stop the fight. Collin raised his fists in victory, and the crowd's cheers echoed through the TV speakers, almost overwhelming the sound.

Damon sat back, stunned. The fight had lasted only fifteen seconds. It was over almost before it began, but the impact of those few seconds was unforgettable.

As Collin celebrated, climbing the cage, Damon stared at the screen, awestruck. The image faded to black, but the excitement Damon felt stayed with him. The fight might have ended quickly, but the memory of it would last a lifetime.

The roar of the crowd was almost deafening as the Announcer's voice cut through the noise, filled with his signature dramatic flair."Ladies and gentlemen, after just 13 seconds of the very first round, we have a winner by knockout! And now, the new UFA Featherweight Champion of the World... THE REBELLIOUS COLLIN NACGYVER!"

The crowd erupted into a deafening cheer as Collin Nacgyver, the newly crowned champion, held his belt high.

Damon watched in awe, mesmerized by the dramatic finish and eager to see more from Collin.

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Damon's eyes were still fixed on the TV screen, even though the broadcast had ended.

He was lost in thought, his mind consumed by the image of Collin Nacgyver holding the championship belt aloft.

He could almost hear the roar of the crowd, feel the electric atmosphere of the arena.

Damon's desire to become a champion burned brighter than ever. He wanted to experience that moment for himself, to have the belt wrapped around his waist, to hear the announcer declare him the winner.

He thought about his own journey, his own struggles and sacrifices. He thought about the long hours of training, the sweat, the pain, the doubt.

But most of all, he thought about the glory, the honor, the sense of achievement that came with being a champion.

Damon's determination grew, his resolve strengthened. He knew that he had a long way to go, but he was ready for the challenges life woulf throw.

He was ready to put in the work, to push himself to the limit, to do whatever it took to become a champion.

The image of Collin Nacgyver's victory lingered in his mind, fueling his ambition, driving him forward.

Damon knew that he could do it, that he could become a champion. And he was willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.