The Weight of Strength Riker didn’t waste time. The moment Jaden proved himself against Punisher, he dropped his name for the upcoming tournament. It was going to be big — fighters from all over were coming, and the crowd would be massive. The winner would face off with the Boulder in the final round. Everyone wanted that fight, but Riker wanted it for one reason — to prove that Jaden was the monster he had built. News spread fast. At the gym, whispers started. Jax, one of the best fighters around and the same man who had humiliated Jaden before, couldn’t hide his laughter when he heard the news. “Jaden? That loser?” Jax said to a group of fighters while lifting weights. “He’s not ready for that tournament. The kid can’t handle real pressure. You all saw what happened last time — I almost broke his ribs, and he cried like a child. Thanks to him, I had a new girlfriend." he said laughing The other fighters chuckled, some trying to hide their amusement. Everyone in the MMA world

The Offer No One Saw ComingThe room went quiet the moment Boulder stepped off the weighing scale. His expression was hard, his muscles flexed under the lights, and his face looked like someone who had just swallowed a bitter pill.The officials looked at each other, whispering. Then one of them, a tall man with glasses, cleared his throat and said, “Boulder, you’re under the limit. You’re disqualified from the match.”The crowd gasped. Cameras started flashing. Reporters leaned forward, shouting questions. But Boulder said nothing. He simply grabbed his gym bag, pushed past the officials, and walked out of the weigh-in room.His manager, Xavier Richards, ran after him immediately. “Boulder! Hey! Get back here!”The hallway echoed with their voices. Fighters, trainers, and journalists followed them with their eyes.Boulder turned sharply, his face red with anger. “What do you want, Xavier? I told you I’m done!”“You’re done? Are you out of your mind?” Xavier shouted back. “You had on

Punisher was nervous. He had trained many fighters, but something about this one felt different. He could not get Jaden’s calm face out of his head. Damon, sitting beside him in the van, was no better. His fingers kept tapping on his knees. The silence inside the vehicle was heavy. Only Riker looked relaxed. He leaned back in his seat, legs crossed, a smirk on his lips. “You two worry too much,” he said. “The boy’s got it.” Punisher glanced at him through the side mirror. “Got it? Riker, this isn’t some rookie fight. This is Boulder. The same man who crushed two pros last season. His fists break ribs.” Riker shrugged. “Then it’s about time someone breaks his jaw.” Damon shook his head, sighing. “You talk like it’s that easy.” “Easy?” Riker said with a grin. “No. But necessary.” They drove in silence for a while, the city lights flashing past the window. The fight was only twenty hours away. Punisher’s mind was already running through strategies. “We’ll have to use speed,” Punis

The next morning came quietly. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the sound of brooms brushing the gym floor echoed in the large hall. The smell of sweat, chalk, and cleaning spray filled the air. Jaden stood in his usual corner, sweeping the floor and packing gloves, bottles, and towels into lockers. His shirt was soaked with sweat even though it wasn’t from training — it was just his way of keeping his mind busy. When Punisher walked in, he froze halfway. His jaw dropped. “Jaden! What the hell are you doing here?” Jaden looked up calmly, still sweeping. “Cleaning.” Punisher blinked, pointing at him. “Cleaning? Are you serious right now? You just had a fight yesterday! You won a big match! You’re supposed to be home resting, not mopping floors!” Jaden chuckled lightly and leaned the broom on the wall. “Resting is boring. And besides, I didn’t take that many hits.” Punisher frowned, crossing his arms. “Didn’t take that many hits? You fought Boulder! That guy’s fists are the siz

The gym was alive with noise again. Fighters hit the bags, ropes slapped the floor, and sweat shone on every face. Jaden was in the ring, moving with smooth, sharp precision as he sparred with one of the MMA fighters. His fists cut through the air with power and control. Each punch landed clean, his footwork light and fast. The sound of gloves hitting pads echoed across the hall. Every time he dodged or countered, people around stopped to watch. Harris stood by the corner of the ring, his camera hanging forgotten by his side. The confidence he had earlier had disappeared. He could see clearly now that this wasn’t the same Jaden he used to know. The kid he once bullied had turned into something else — strong, calm, and dangerous. Sheila, who had been talking to some of the crew, noticed the look on Harris’s face and walked up to him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said lightly. Harris blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Nah, just surprised. Didn’t know he was this goo