Music blasted through the arena as Blake made his entrance, surrounded by flashing lights and cameras.
A well-known rapper walked beside him, hyping the crowd while performing the custom walkout track written just for the night.
The fans roared, waving signs and phones, recording every step. Blake fed off the energy, smiling, nodding, hands raised like he already won.
The commentary team spoke over the noise.
"I mean, there's been a lot of talk leading up to this fight, and this man has never lacked confidence. Love him or hate him, Blake Cole knows how to own the moment."
Blake climbed the ring steps, spreading his arms as pyrotechnics flashed behind him.
His attire was white and gold, clean, flashy, expensive.
His robe had a feathered trim along the shoulders, matching his oversized ego, and his team surrounded him like a personal parade.
He shadowboxed in the corner while his music faded, still wearing that smug grin that drove fans wild and furious at the same time.
