Damon bounced out of his chair the moment Pedro hit the mat. He didn't need to see the replay. It was clean. The kind of knockout that ended arguments and made statements.
The fighters from Team Cross erupted behind him, yelling and clapping, some even jumping out of their seats.
"Good job, Max!" someone shouted from the back.
"Let's go!"
Max turned in the cage, arms wide, and let out a yell as he beat his chest. He climbed the fence, screaming at the top of his lungs, soaking in the noise. The adrenaline, the pressure, the doubts, it all spilled out in that moment.
Damon let himself smile. He walked calmly toward the cage as the officials gathered around Pedro, who was sitting up now, blinking and nodding that he was okay.
Damon didn't say anything dramatic. Just a quiet, "That's how you shut people up," mostly to himself.
