The night finally came, and Damon felt a flicker of nerves he hadn't felt in a long time.
It was a new weight class, a fresh challenge that made him feel both excited and restless.
He moved around in the back, shadowboxing to stay loose.
He wore new shorts, white and gold, different from the usual gear he was known for.
They were lighter, cut higher than his usual tights, more freedom to move, more comfort.
The show continued outside, the crowd roaring as the undercard fights played out.
Damon listened to the noise, breathing steadily, waiting for his name to be called.
In this new division, with new eyes watching, he felt the weight of proving himself all over again. But that was okay. Damon Cross had never been one to back down from a fight.
He felt like a new kid in school, though he'd never actually known what that felt like.
After leaving Ireland at a young age, schooling wasn't something he got to experience.
