Signed, Sealed...Stolen

Logan Drake dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter, the metallic clatter echoing in the silence of his apartment. The lingering aroma of burnt coffee and forgotten takeout clung to the room, a testament to the past few days spent buried in negotiations. He should have been elated. He had pulled off the impossible—Titan was signed.

Titan. The most dominant, bankable name in the combat sports world. The kind of signing that could define a promotion, could put this tournament on the map before the first punch was even thrown. Logan had spent months working angles, making the right calls, earning this.

But as he sank onto the worn-out couch and grabbed the remote, the weight in his chest told him something was off.

The email from Victor Blackwell had been short and direct.

Let’s wait until we’re closer to the event to announce. Timing is everything.

Logan had stared at those words for longer than he cared to admit, trying to decipher the logic behind them. He had pitched it perfectly—use Titan’s signing to generate buzz, drive ticket sales, and set the tone for what Strike Force Legends was becoming. It was a win across the board.

So why hold off?

He let out a long breath, switching on the TV, hoping for some background noise to push the lingering frustration away. The screen flickered to life, broadcasting a live press event. A familiar logo filled the screen—one that made his stomach tighten. Peak Media Group.

And then he saw them.

Victor Blackwell. Titan. Shaking hands.

The camera caught every angle, every calculated movement. Titan stood towering, an unstoppable force of nature, his chiseled frame a monument to combat sports dominance. And next to him, standing in his tailored suit, wearing a grin that wasn’t his to wear, was Victor Blackwell.

A microphone was placed in front of Victor, and he delivered the words that cemented the knife in Logan’s back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to announce that Titan has officially joined the Strike Force Legends tournament. Peak Media Group is committed to delivering the most electrifying competition in combat sports, and bringing in an athlete of Titan’s caliber is just the beginning."

Logan felt his breath hitch. His mind raced.

This was his moment. His signing. His deal. And Victor didn’t even know Titan. Didn’t understand the weight of what he had just taken.

Victor had found a way to take the spotlight for himself.

The words from the email made sense now. Victor had no intention of letting Logan control the narrative. The moment had to be his. Peak Media Group’s.

Logan leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight. His jaw clenched as Titan shook hands with Victor again, cameras flashing, reporters firing off questions.

This wasn’t just about the announcement.

This was a message.

Victor Blackwell wasn’t just Logan’s boss—he was the man who owned everything.

Including the spotlight.

And if Logan thought for even a second that he was going to be the one shaping the future of SFL, he had just been reminded exactly who was really in charge.