Ronan stood in front of everyone, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning both teams.
They were all there, coaches, fighters, and cameras ready.
The fighters sat on benches lined against the wall, grouped by team, their posture straight, attention focused.
Some leaned forward, arms resting on their knees. Others sat back and watched closely. The room was quiet but not exactly tense. Everyone knew what was coming.
Ronan nodded once and got straight to it.
"Alright. You all know why we're here," he said. "It's time to pick the first fight."
He let the sentence settle.
"This is how it works. Each coach will choose one of their own fighters. One pick. Once both names are called, that's the matchup. That fight will happen soon. You don't get a rematch. You don't get to switch after. You step into the cage, and you show why you're here."
He looked to the side toward the middleweights.
