Chapter 137: Chapter 137: First Match-up

"Okay then, let's fucking do this," Ronan said, his voice loud and commanding as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin, holding it up for everyone to see.

Ronan turned to the two coaches, Balim Chemasov and Donald Whittier, his eyes flicking between them. "Heads or tails?" he asked.

Balim was the first to speak. His deep voice was cool and sure. "Heads."

Ronan then turned to Donald, who gave a half-smirk, glancing at the fighters before cracking a joke. "Well, guess I don't have much of a choice, do I? It's tails then," he said with a chuckle.

Some of the fighters couldn't help but laugh, which took their minds off of things for a moment.

Ronan let out a laugh himself, shaking his head before flipping the coin into the air.

Everyone's eyes followed it as it spun in the air before Ronan caught it and slapped it onto the back of his hand.