Ever since Osiris was a kid, he'd beg his parents, wailing and rolling on the ground until they eventually gave in and let him watch MMA on the TV. The moment the fighters entered the octagon, Osiris' eyes would light up and a wide grin would suddenly appear on his face. It was like a moth to a flame, him and the sport.

Now, at the age 22, he was no different. More mature, more skilled, a renowned UFC fighter. But inside, he was still the same cheerful boy who admired the men that fought before him. Absolute legends. And that was exactly what he aspired to become himself.

The fans absolutely loved him. Osiris was known for being a fighter who never lost hope and surprisingly even when he wasn't one of the more "serious" fighters, he knew exactly when to lock in.

As the match came to an end, Osiris was announced the winner once again, climbing the ranks of the UFC, something little him could never imagine would come true one day. But here he was. And he wasn't going to let it go to waste. He was going to win, with a big grin on his face.

"WOOHOOOOOO!!!"