Chapter 79: Chapter 79: The Decision



The crowd was waiting for the announcer to speak already, even though this wasn't the UFA, during the fight they had become attached to the fighters.

The announcer stepped forward, his voice cutting through the loud noise of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began,

"we have reached the moment you've all been waiting for. This is the official decision for the match between Damon Cross and Edward Whittaker."

The audience went silent, following his every word making sure they didn't even miss one word.

The announcer held up the scorecards, his face serious as he looked at the results.

"After three intense rounds of action," he continued, "we have the official scorecards. The judges have rendered their decision based on the performance of both fighters throughout the match."

He paused for a moment, letting the tension build up, any announcer knew how to utilize their words and timing.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, waiting for the announcement. The announcer looked at the scores, then at the fighters in the cage.

"The first judge scores the bout 29-28." he announced. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and murmurs.

"The second judge scores it 28-29." he said.

"And the third judge scores it 29-28."

The crowd's reaction was a mixture of cheers and applause, with some fans clearly pleased while others were still processing the news.

The announcer raised his microphone high. "Therefore, THE WINNER BY MAJORITY DECISION........

DAMON CROOOOSSSS!"

The crowd cheered as the announced yelled on the mic, creating a earbusting sound.

Damon's face showed a mix of relief and elation, a close win, he never wants to let the decision fall to the judges hands.

He dropped to his knees in the center of the cage, his arms pumping the air as he celebrated.

His fists clenched tightly, and he shouted in pride. The crowd cheered loudly, their support for Damon clear as day.

He could feel the energy of the crowd, the noise and the excitement.

He could see the faces of the people, all looking at him with admiration and respect.

But when he opened his eyes, the vision ended. The small crowd came back into focus.

However, the feeling of greatness he had experienced stayed alive in his heart.

Damon smiled, knowing that one day his vision would become a reality.

The crowd was still looking at him, waiting to see what he would do next. Damon smiled at them, thanking them for their support. Then, he turned and walked out of the cage.

The sound of the crowd faded away as Damon walked away.

The moment Damon got out of the hall, fresh air hit him, making him sigh in relief.

He walked towards his room, his feet carrying him on autopilot as his mind replayed the fight.

On the way, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around, and his eyes met Edward's.

"Ay man, great fight," Damon said, giving Edward a nod of respect. Edward shook his head, his eyes cast downward.

"Nah, it's all you, you were better," he started to say, but before he could continue, a voice interrupted them.

"You two." Damon and Edward turned to look at who was speaking. They saw Mr. Steele standing there, his signature look of a black suit and hair in a bun.

"After your shower, come see me in my office," Mr. Steele said, his voice firm but polite. "I'll see you, Edward, first."

He turned and started walking away, his heels clicking on the floor.

Then, he paused and turned back to them. "Congratulations on your win, Damon," he said with a small smile.

He continued on his way, leaving Damon and Edward standing there.

Damon watched Mr. Steele walk away, feeling a load of emotions.

He was excited to meet with Mr. Steele, but he was also nervous.