The press dragged on longer than expected, and not in the way anyone thought it would.
Reporters kept trying to provoke tension, and Blake kept running his mouth, throwing every insult he could think of. But Damon stayed composed, answering questions with short, polite replies, smiling like none of it mattered. The lack of reaction made Blake even louder.
He eventually grabbed the mic again, grinning. "Damon, daddy's coming back, and I'm about to finish what he couldn't."
The entire room went quiet. Everyone knew the line he had crossed. Damon's smile faded as he reached for his mic.
"You know, clown—" he stopped himself. "No, this respectable man, Blake."
He adjusted the mic, his tone calm. "I've got a lot of anger in me, a lot I never released. My father's past, what he did… I never got to let that out. So I think it's a commendable thing you're doing, role-playing my father like that. Helps me get it out in the ring."
