Leo stands, the adrenaline finally hitting his bloodstream like a shot of liquid fire. He doesn't need the analysts to believe in him. He doesn't need the odds-makers to favor him. As he moves toward the tunnel, the muffled roar of the crowd starts to bleed through the walls.
The story they wrote for the pre-show was about a rising star’s easy night. Leo Vance is about to tear out the pages and write a . Should we dive into the first round of the fight, or UFC Fight Night Pre-Show
His coach, a man with skin like old leather, leans in. "You hear them, Leo? They’ve already written the obituary. You’re just the guy meant to look good on someone else’s highlight reel." Leo stands, the adrenaline finally hitting his bloodstream
Suddenly, the production assistant sticks her head in the door. "Vance, you’re up. Two minutes." As he moves toward the tunnel, the muffled