The announcer stepped forward, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch. The crowd roared, split between deafening boos and passionate cheers, their voices clashing like a storm overhead.
He took his time, letting the anticipation build before raising the mic to his lips.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THIS IS THE SEMI-FINALS OF THE WORLD MMA TOURNAMENT!"
The noise exploded, fans on their feet, flags waving wildly as the intensity of the moment settled over the arena.
The announcer turned toward the blue corner.
"INTRODUCING FIRST! FIGHTING OUT OF THE BLUE CORNER! A MIXED MARTIAL ARTIST HOLDING A PROFESSIONAL RECORD OF 18 WINS, 7 LOSSES! HE STANDS SIX FEET TALL, WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS! FIGHTING OUT OF PINAR DEL RÍO, CUBA! PRESENTING… NOAAAAAAL 'THE SOLDIER OF HAVANA' RAMMEIROOOO!"
The Cuban fans erupted, chanting his name as Noal raised a fist, his expression as stone-cold as ever. He didn't blink, his eyes never leaving Damon.
