As the sun rose, it cast a golden light over the busy streets of Las Vegas.
Vehicles sped by, horns sounded in the background, and the city was alive with activity.
After all, it was the city of sin, a place where giving in to your bad habits was normal.
Two guys got out of a parking lot and walked toward a tall building that stood out in the crowd.
Damon's eyes keptmoving from one thing to another as he turned his head.
"Man, this place is wild," Damon muttered, his lips curling into a half-smirk.
Victor chuckled beside him, adjusting his sunglasses. "Welcome to Vegas, kid. Everything you've heard about it? Yeah, it's all true."
Damon's gaze lingered on the variety of sights around him.
Neon lights flashed, even in the middle of the day, advertising everything from concerts to casino jackpots.
Couples walked hand in hand, laughter spilling from nearby restaurants and bars.
But there were also sights that made him raise an eyebrow, a man stumbling out of a bar at what was clearly too early for such antics, and a group of performers dressed in elaborate, barely-there costumes handing out flyers.
"Definitely a mixed bag," Damon said, shaking his head with a small laugh. "Some of this is... let's just say not exactly my vibe."
Victor smirked, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "It's not about liking it, Damon. It's about understanding the energy of this place. Vegas isn't just a city, it's a show. And this is where you'll put on your next performance."
Damon nodded, taking a deep breath as they approached the building.
The Apex Center stood tall, its sleek, modern architecture a stark contrast to the wild, colorful chaos of the rest of the city.
This was where the fight would take place, a place of focus, discipline, and challenge, standing in the middle of a city built on distractions.
But today wasn't the fight night, obviously. This trip was just about checking in, letting the UFA know he'd arrived in Las Vegas and was ready.
It was standard procedure, nothing too exciting, but necessary to keep everything on track.
Damon had already received the details about his fight: he'd be the co-main event.
The thought brought a slight grin to his face.
For Damon, a fighter fresh off a tournament win and stepping into the UFA for his debut, Gustalam was no small challenge.
And doing it all on short notice? Many saw it as reckless.
@MMARealTalk: "Let's be real, Damon's good, but Gustalam is a different beast. No way this kid pulls it off on two weeks' notice. #WakeUpCall"
@FightCritic99: "He's got the hype, but hype doesn't win fights. Gustalam's gonna show him what UFA-level pressure feels like."
@TeamDamonFan: "All these doubters sound scared. Damon's been proving people wrong since Day 1. Watch him make history."
@CasualFighter101: "Let's not forget Gustalam made Desayen look human. Damon's biting off more than he can chew."
Some critiques even questioned the UFA's decision to book this fight at all:
@MMAInsider: "Is the UFA pushing Damon too hard, too fast? Gustalam's no gatekeeper. If Damon loses, this could derail his momentum."
Damon had seen the posts before today. He wasn't oblivious to what people were saying online.
But honestly, they didn't bother him much.
People were always going to have opinions, and that was just part of the game.
Whether it was hype or hate, it came with the territory.
Sure, some of the comments were annoying, especially the ones that clearly had no idea what they were talking about.
'Everyone thinks they're an expert now,'
Still, there was no denying that some critiques held weight.
Gustalam wasn't just another fighter; he was the real deal.
And Damon was stepping in on short notice, with less time to prepare than he'd like.
But that didn't change his mindset.
The narrative around the fight was simple: could Damon, fresh off a grueling tournament, step up to the challenge of facing an established fighter like Gustalam? Or was this too much, too soon?
Cause honestly opinion don't win fights.