Damon sat down on the bench after his final warm-up, his breathing steady as he focused his thoughts.
The show had been running for a few hours now, fight after fight delivering on the hype.
He was dressed in his fighting gear, a plain shirt thrown over it to keep warm while he waited for his turn.
"Man, UFA cooked with these fights," Ty said, his eyes glued to the screen as another match came to a dramatic end.
Damon glanced at the screen, watching the victorious fighter raise their arms in celebration.
Ash leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. "Yep, Uncle Ronan had to go all out on this one. For that mula."
He smirked, referring to the UFA president's penchant for stacking cards when it meant bringing in big pay-per-view numbers.
Ty chuckled. "Can't blame him. This card's been fire so far."
Damon didn't say much.