Ufc Fight Night Pre-show -

Suddenly, the production assistant sticks her head in the door. "Vance, you’re up. Two minutes."

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." UFC Fight Night Pre-Show

Leo watches the screen, wrapping his hands with surgical precision. Every loop of the white gauze is a memory: the three-hour bus rides to the gym, the smell of cheap linoleum, and the nights he spent sleeping on the mats because he couldn't afford gas. Suddenly, the production assistant sticks her head in