Damon sat on a bench in front of the mirror, adopting a meditation posture.
He wore his usual fighting kit, consisting of shorts and gloves. His eyes were fixed on his reflection, his mind focused on the upcoming fight.
During the weigh-in, he had finally discovered who his opponent was.
The revelation had left him stunned but not entirely surprised. He recalled the conversation between Edward and Mr. Steele, and Edward's reaction after losing his last fight.
Mr. Steele's words echoed in his mind: "Your opponent wants it more than you." Who else would be desperate, than the guy who cried when he lost.
And due to his suspicion before his training had been tailored to prepare him for Edward's fighting style.
He imagined the chaotic fighter, with his unpredictable movements and aggressive attacks, facing him in the cage.
Damon's eyes narrowed as he visualized the fight. He could see himself standing calmly, his fists clenched, ready to face the storm that was Edward.
