MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Chapter 389 Ireland's Pride I

As he and Victor left the airport, Damon took a quick look around to get a feel for the strange surroundings.

There was a lot going on in the parking lot, and the cool air from Ireland felt both refreshing and grounded.

They walked up to a sleek rental car that Victor had reserved ahead of time.

It was a black SUV that promised to be comfortable and reliable for their stay.

It wasn't fancy, but it did the job.

Victor got into the driver's seat and pulled up the GPS for their hotel.

Damon watched as he fixed his bag in the passenger seat.

"It's about thirty minutes from here," Victor said, glancing at Damon as he started the engine.

Damon nodded, leaning back into his seat. "Sounds good."

The drive was quiet at first, with Damon occasionally looking out the window.

The roads eventually led them to the hotel, a stunning five-star establishment nestled near the city center.

The entrance was adorned with elegant decor, and the polished exterior made it clear they'd be staying in style.

Victor pulled into the parking lot, cutting the engine. "Five-star, of course," he said with a smirk, glancing at Damon.

They weren't planning to linger long.

The main goal was to get Damon signed up for the tournament and to await the matchups.

With that in mind, their time at the hotel would be short.

After checking in, they each headed to their respective rooms, the process smooth and efficient.

Damon walked into his room, impressed by the spacious layout.

There were small nods to Irish culture in the modern decor, making it a balance of sleek design and rustic charm.

He put his bag on the soft bed and looked out the window at the city for a moment.

Within minutes, they were ready to head out, their minds already shifting to the next task.

Damon took them, scribbling his name quickly but neatly. "There you go."

The boy stared at the signature, awe in his expression. "Thanks, mate. Best of luck out there. We're rootin' for ya!"

Damon gave him a nod and a small wave before heading into the stadium.

As he caught up with Victor, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the boy's enthusiasm.

For someone still finding his place in the sport, something like this was a reminder of how big he was growing, his fame and greatness.

As Damon and Victor made their way deeper into the National Stadium, they navigated through hallways lined with posters of past events and champions.

The atmosphere was lively, with the echoes of conversations and laughter bouncing off the walls.

Just as they turned a corner, they heard a distinct voice ringing out from down the hall, a mix of confidence, charm, and a sharp edge of humor that commanded attention.

"Ah, come on now, lads! You think yer jabs are landing? I've seen quicker strikes from me nan swatting flies!" the voice boomed, followed by a chorus of laughter.

Damon's ears perked up immediately. There was something about that voice.

It was brash, full of swagger, and unmistakably Irish.

"Tell ya what," the voice continued, clearly enjoying the attention. "When you're done shadowboxin' ghosts, I'll give ya a proper lesson. But don't be cryin' when I steal the spotlight."

Victor glanced at Damon, noticing the puzzled look on his face. "You alright?"

Damon nodded slowly, his brow furrowed. "Yeah... it's just that voice. I swear I've heard it before."

Victor smirked. "Sounds like someone with a healthy dose of confidence."

"More like overflowing," Damon muttered, but he couldn't shake the feeling. It wasn't just the tone, it was the delivery, the rhythm of the words.

It reminded him of someone he had watched countless times on screen during his early days of getting into MMA.

Another burst of laughter echoed through the hallway.

"Don't be shy, lads! Step up and I'll show ya how it's done. But I'll warn ya, when you're in the presence of greatness, it's hard not to look like a pair of amateurs."

Damon shook his head, his lips curling into an involuntary smirk. "Whoever that is, they sound like they own the place."

Victor chuckled, gesturing forward. "Let's keep moving. Whoever it is, you'll figure it out soon enough."