Farc Goddarm had seen enough.
Chemasov, bloodied, trapped, absorbing unanswered shots with nowhere to go. it wasn't defense anymore. It was survival. Barely.
Damon's last hammerfist smashed through the guard, shaking Chemasov's entire frame.
And that's when Farc moved.
Diving between them, his arms out wide.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!"
The arena erupted.
The bell rang but it was nearly drowned out by the sound of the crowd absolutely losing their minds.
Jim Logan's voice practically exploded over the broadcast.
"DAMON CROSS HAS DONE IT!! OH MY GOD!! HE'S THE NEW MIDDLEWEIGHT KING!!"
Chris Dalton's voice cut in, pure shock in his tone.
"DOMINANT. ABSOLUTELY DOMINANT. HE JUST FINISHED THE WOLF IN HIS OWN WORLD!"
Mike Brewer couldn't even sit anymore.
"THIS WASN'T JUST A WIN, THIS WAS A MESSAGE! DAMON CROSS DIDN'T SURVIVE CHEMASOV… HE BROKE HIM!"
The camera panned wildly over the crowd, people standing on their feet, screaming, holding their heads in disbelief.
Signs waving.
