Chapter 36: Recommended

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Recommended

In a large conference room, a group of men sat around a long, polished table, engaged in a heated discussion.

Only one woman was present, taking notes and occasionally glancing up at the speakers. The atmosphere was tense, with everyone focused on the topic at hand.

Suddenly, a man in a black suit stood up, his presence commanding attention. "Okay, I have something to announce," he said, his voice firm and authoritative.

The room fell silent, with all eyes on the man. He nodded, surveying the room before continuing. "Okay, the event was supposed to have 15 matches, but we've decided to add one more."

The man in the black suit paused, letting the news sink in. He scanned the room again, his eyes locking onto each person, before nodding and sitting back down.

A man across from Victor suddenly spoke up, his voice firm and demanding. "Victor, who are the match-ups?"

Victor, anticipating a reaction, pulled out papers from a folder and began distributing them to each member. He sighed, knowing what was coming.

As expected, the man across from him slammed his fist on the table. "Oh no, hell no, Victor! Are you trying to ruin the event? This kid doesn't even have a fighting record, let alone a team or a gym, and you're trying to add him to this event?"

The other members nodded in agreement, their faces filled with disapproval. Victor sighed, expecting this reaction.

"I understand your concerns," Victor began, "but I have reasons for this decision. First of all, this kid was recommended by The Titan."

The man across from him mumbled, "Jake Morales?"

Victor nodded. "Yes. Now, while that may not mean anything to all of you, you should understand how Jake was discovered. He had no gym, no legal record of fights. But look what a monster he is. While this kid he recommended might not be the same, I don't see why we shouldn't try."

The room fell silent, with all eyes on Victor. The members looked at each other, seemingly unsure of what to say next. The tension in the room was palpable, with everyone waiting for someone to speak up.

In the meantime, he could still gain experience and hone his skills by participating in amateur fights.

Damon stood in the parking lot of the motel, sweat dripping down his face as he caught his breath from his intense workout.

The scorching sun beat down on him, but he didn't notice, still focused on his training. Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence.

He pulled it out of his pocket, looking at the number on the screen. It was an unknown number, but he answered anyway, pressing the small button.

"Hello," he said, his voice firm.

A voice came from the phone, "Good morning, is this Mr. Cross?"

Damon nodded, forgetting he was on the phone. "I mean, yes, this is Damon Cross. How may I help?"

The voice on the phone continued, "Mr. Cross, I'm calling from the event Battle Xtreme. We need you to come to the medical center in two days' time to get a medical clearance before your fight."

Damon listened intently, his smile growing wider with each passing second. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was finally going to get his chance to fight.

"Okay, got it," Damon said, trying to contain his excitement. "I'll be there in two days."

The voice on the phone confirmed, "Great, Mr. Cross. We'll see you then."

Damon hung up the phone, his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't wait to get to the medical center and start preparing for his fight.

He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing he had made it to this point.