They walked into Victor's office and could feel that the air was cooler because of the quiet hum of the air conditioner.
Damon and Edward took seats in the comfortable chairs across from Victor's large, organized desk.
The room had a professional yet welcoming atmosphere.
Victor sat down on his side of the desk, leaning forward slightly, his hands clasped together.
His face was serious, but there was a hint of excitent in it, like he was about to say sothing important.
As Damon leaned back in his chair, he could feel the excitent building in his chest. Edward sat up straight and looked straight ahead, ready to listen to what Victor had to say.
Vic looked at both of them for a mont before starting. He spoke in a firm, authoritative tone, "Okay, boys. Let's talk about what's next for the two of you."
Victor looked at Edward and leaned back in his chair. "So, Eddie," he began, his tone thoughtful, "you said you wanted a chance."
Edward nodded. His eyes were filled with hope, and his whole body was tense.
Victor returned the nod, a small smile playing at his lips. "I would've sent you to The Supre Fighter show, like I did with Damon, but unfortunately, the next season won't happen anyti soon." He paused, letting the weight of his words hang for a mont before leaning forward. "So, I went for the next best thing."
He slid a piece of paper across the desk toward Edward.
Edward's hand trembled slightly as he picked it up, his eyes scanning the docunt.
His expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, then to awe.
Edward held the paper, his eyes widening in disbelief and excitent as he read the heading.
Ronan Black's Contender Show.
This was huge. The RBCS wasn't like The Supre Fighter show, with its drawn-out, reality TV-style series and elimination rounds.
The Contender Show had a different format, and in many ways, it was even more intense.
Unlike The Supre Fighter, the RBCS offered a quicker path to a contract. Fighters didn't have to go through weeks of challenges and house drama.
Instead, all they needed was one outstanding performance, one chance to prove they belonged in the UFA.
Many of the top champions and contenders had gotten their start through this show, making it a legitimate proving ground for the best up-and-coming talent.
As Edward thought about what this ant, his hands shook a little. He couldn't miss this chance.
Edward looked up at Victor, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Ste– I an, Victor," he corrected himself with a sheepish smile. "Thank you. I won't let you down."
Victor's smile widened, and he gave Edward a firm nod. "I didn't do anything special," he replied. "Your performance around the regional circuits was impressive enough to earn this opportunity. Just make sure you train hard and stay focused for this."
Edward's jaw tightened with determination, and he nodded once more. "I will," he promised. The weight of the opportunity pressed on him, but it only fueled his resolve.
Damon's smile widened as he leaned over to congratulate Edward, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "Congrats, man. This is huge," he said sincerely, happy for his friend's opportunity.
Victor then turned his attention to Damon, his expression serious but thoughtful. "Now, for you, I have two pieces of news," he began. "First, let tell you what I had planned."
Damon leaned forward, listening intently.
"I'm sure you've noticed both Coach José and Kru Somchai haven't been around," Victor continued. "Unfortunately, or fortunately for them, they're both stepping back from the martial arts scene. While Coach José will still make casual appearances and provide guidance from ti to ti…"
Victor paused, taking a breath before delivering the next part. "Kru Somchai is heading back to Thailand to be with his family. It's sothing he's been wanting for a while, and I support his decision. But that leaves a gap in your training.
So I've been looking for a good coach to fill that role. Of course, if you have any suggestions on who you'd like to work with, let know. But that's only part of the news."
Damon's heart sank a little, but he quickly shook it off, wanting to hear more.
He knew how important it was to have the right coach guiding him, and if anyone could find soone suitable, it was Victor.
Damon knew deep down that even without a coach, he'd probably be okay, maybe.
The system was incredible, sure, but it never truly highlighted his weaknesses or taught him how to refine his techniques in the most efficient way.
It lacked the human intuition that only a skilled coach could provide.
He looked at Victor, listening carefully as he continued.
"So," Victor said, leaning forward, "here's the plan. We talked about this before, and Kru Somchai had one last suggestion before leaving the martial arts scene, a final, intense training camp with him. He wants to give you everything he knows, to pass down all his knowledge in one comprehensive camp. I've been planning to send you to Thailand to train under him before he officially steps away. So, what do you think? Are you up for it?"
Damon thought about it, weighing the opportunity. Was it worth it? Traveling to
Thailand for a brutal camp, uprooting himself for weeks of grueling training… It sounded intense, but there was no point in turning down a chance to grow, to learn from one of the best.
He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah," he said, determination in his eyes. "I'm up for it. Let's do it."
Victor laughed heartily at Damon's quick agreent, the sound echoing through the office. "Think about it first, kid. Sleep on it," he said, amusent twinkling in his eyes.
Damon couldn't help but chuckle in return, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, right," he replied, his curiosity piqued. "You ntioned there were two pieces of news?"
Victor's expression shifted slightly, the humor fading as he nodded, becoming more serious. "Yeah, now moving on to the second," he said, leaning back in his chair. His eyes t Damon's, and there was a weight to his words. "This one is about the UFA."
Damon's eyebrows shot up, his heart thumping a little faster. The UFA? he thought, leaning forward instinctively, anticipation tightening in his chest.
Victor let the pause linger for a mont, then finally said.
"The UFA has called for you."
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