The press room lights were bright, focused on the long table at the front of the stage.
Reporters filled every seat, cameras already rolling. Damon sat calmly behind the mic, wearing a clean black hoodie, fresh after his shower.
Ava sat in his lap, still in her tiny hoodie with her curls tucked under the hood, one hand holding onto his shirt while the other gripped a soft toy.
Ronan took the podium first, his voice steady.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for the official post-fight press conference. Please welcome the winner of tonight's main event, still undefeated, now 29-0, Damon Cross."
The room clapped and camera shutters clicked as Ronan stepped aside. Damon didn't stand. He just gave a polite nod, his hand gently patting Ava's back as she looked out at the flashing lights.
"Appreciate it," Damon said. "Let's get into it."
Ronan gestured to the press pool. The first journalist stood up quickly.
