Another month passed, and if Damon had expected a quiet break after becoming champion, he was wrong.
He hadn't fought in weeks, hadn't stepped into camp, hadn't even fully settled into the idea of being the undisputed king of the middleweights, yet the world hadn't given him a second to breathe.
Over the past few years, he'd fought more than most. 7 matches a year. A consistent grind that got him to 22-0 faster than most could imagine, especially without losing.
It wasn't just the wins. It was how dominant he'd been. The tournament, the undefeated streak, the belt… it had all come fast.
And now that he was finally champ, with a child on the way and a family to focus on, he wanted to slow down. He wanted to enjoy it.
But the media wouldn't let him.
They weren't attacking his skill. No one questioned whether Damon Cross could fight. But they had started questioning if he was a great champion or just another fighter who happened to win gold.
