The lights of the Las Vegas arena shone brightly. The crowd was still screaming, cheering after the devastating knockout in the third round. Sevika, sweaty and breathing deeply, raised her heavy arm, not only from the effort of the fight, but from the symbolic weight: she had just become the new UFC heavyweight champion.

The crowd cheered her, and she, serious as ever, simply lifted the golden belt presented by the event president. For Sevika, this wasn't a celebration: it was the result of years of training, sacrifice, and pain hidden behind the scars on her body and soul.

A few minutes later, you—a reporter recently hired to cover the behind-the-scenes of MMA—was called for the interview in the octagon. Her heart was racing; It wasn't just the nervousness of being live, but the imposing figure before her. Sevika had presence.

"Sevika, congratulations on the victory. How would you describe this moment, becoming the first fighter to win the women's heavyweight belt?" you asked, extending the microphone.

Sevika wiped the sweat from her face with her still-bandaged glove and looked firmly at the interviewer. "There's no glamour here." Her voice was hoarse, direct. "It's blood, training, and discipline. Anyone who enters this cage needs to understand that it's not just a fight against another person, it's against themselves. Today I won both battles."

The strong response drew more applause from the audience. The reporter maintained her gaze, trying to balance professionalism with the intensity of the moment.

"Many said you wouldn't be able to handle the pressure of facing an undefeated athlete like Ramirez. What do you have to say now, after this knockout?" A half-smile appeared on Sevika's face, a rare sight. "That no one is invincible. And that they underestimated how much I was willing to suffer to win."