After thinking it over repeatedly for an entire night, Yogan finally made his decision.
Early the next morning, he picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.
The call connected after only two rings.
"Big Brother Jackie," Yogan said warmly, his voice respectful yet relaxed. "I've read the script carefully. Thank you to you and the writers for all the effort you've put into this. I really appreciate it."
On the other end of the line, Jackie Chan chuckled lightly. "You're too polite. I've been waiting to hear your thoughts. So, what do you think?"
Yogan took a small breath before continuing, his tone shifting from gratitude to something more thoughtful.
"Actually," he said slowly, "I've been thinking… maybe we don't have to stick so closely to my personal story for this movie. Everyone already knows my journey from the news, interviews, and fights. If we film it exactly as it happened, the audience will basically know what's coming."
Jackie went quiet for a moment, then replied with interest, "So… you have another idea?"
"Yes," Yogan answered firmly. "Instead of doing a biographical-style story, why not make it a full commercial action blockbuster? Something completely new. Something with more tension, drama, and excitement. A story created purely to entertain."
On the other side, Jackie Chan leaned back slowly in his chair, smiling faintly. "Go on," he said. "I'm listening."
Encouraged, Yogan continued.
"There's a Korean movie I once watched," he explained, "called The Gangster, The Cop, The Devil. The basic idea stayed in my head for a long time. But instead of copying it, I want to reshape the concept to fit us. Different roles, different background, deeper emotions."
Jackie nodded as though Yogan could see him. "Interesting. Tell me your version."
Yogan's voice grew more animated.
"Let's set the story in Los Angeles," he began. "There's a serial killer operating late at night. His methods are extremely brutal, and the police can't catch him. He chooses victims randomly, attacks fast, and disappears into the darkness every time."
Jackie's eyes lit up. He leaned forward, already intrigued.
"And then," Yogan continued, "I play myself — a world-famous UFC champion right before a title fight. My character is quiet, serious, obsessed with training, and doesn't mix with people much. To the public, he's a superstar, but privately, he's lonely and emotionally distant."
"That does sound like you," Jackie teased.
Yogan laughed softly. "A little exaggerated. But listen…"
"And Big Brother Jackie," he said excitedly, "you play a legendary Chinese detective working in the LAPD. A veteran officer with incredible instincts, tons of experience, and unconventional methods. You chase criminals across rooftops, alleys, buses, kitchens, and everything in between — using your environment like a weapon. It's your signature style."
Jackie laughed heartily into the phone. "Now you're flattering me."
"Not flattering," Yogan said. "You're perfect for the role."
Then his tone became more serious.
"The turning point of the story comes when my character finishes training late one night and drives home alone. On the way, the serial killer mistakes him for an ordinary passerby and attacks him."
Jackie's laughter faded as he listened carefully.
"I get injured badly," Yogan continued. "The sudden attack cuts deep, both physically and emotionally. But I'm not an average man. Even while bleeding, I fight back. Not with fancy techniques—but raw instinct. I end up badly injuring the killer and seeing his face clearly."
"So you survive," Jackie said quietly.
Yogan nodded instinctively. "Yes. I become the only survivor of his attacks. The only eyewitness. The key witness the police desperately need."
Jackie smiled. "And that's where my role comes in."
"Exactly," Yogan confirmed.
"You find me. You want answers. You want details. And I… I want revenge. Being ambushed humiliates my character. He doesn't trust the police at all and wants to handle it himself."
Jackie leaned forward.
"So we clash," Yogan continued. "You think I'm reckless. I think you're too slow. You believe in procedure. I believe in force. Neither of us respects the other."
Jackie laughed quietly. "Classic buddy-cop conflict."
"But eventually," Yogan said, "we discover that the killer is far smarter, colder, and more dangerous than expected. He's always watching. Always calculating. To stop him, we have no choice but to work together—even if we don't trust each other at all."
Jackie Chan was silent for a long moment.
Then suddenly, loud laughter burst from the phone.
"Good boy! You're a genius!" Jackie exclaimed. "This is brilliant! You combined two completely different action styles into one story. Old-school detective energy and raw, modern combat. It's perfect!"
Yogan finally relaxed.
"This story is a hundred times better than the original script!" Jackie continued excitedly. "This kind of film can explode in theaters. It's funny, intense, emotional, and violent in all the right ways. This is the kind of movie audiences will love!"
"So… you like it?" Yogan asked carefully.
"Like it?" Jackie shouted. "I love it! I'll find writers immediately to rewrite the entire script. We'll move fast!"
Jackie's voice grew serious, professional, filled with experience.
"We'll advance everything together — script, funding, cast, production team. Your schedule is tight, and your next fight is coming. We'll shoot all your scenes first during this break. I'll personally handle this project as executive producer. You just focus on training and performing when you arrive."
After the call ended, Yogan slowly lowered his phone.
A faint smile formed on his lips.
A Hollywood blockbuster.
This time, he wasn't just fighting in the octagon.
He was stepping into another battlefield — the silver screen.
Still, he wasn't naive.
He knew filmmaking was a long process. Pre-production, editing, marketing, global distribution — all of it took time. But he trusted Jackie Chan. With his influence and reputation, the project would be pushed forward properly.
For now, Yogan needed to focus on one thing.
Becoming a three-division champion.
After his brutal victory over Night Demon, the world expected him to take a break.
Vacation.
Luxury.
Parties.
But instead…
Under Isabella's arrangement, Yogan embarked on what the media later called a "Victory Tour."
A smooth, efficient, perfectly organized operation designed to expand his fame across mainstream culture, not just sports.
His first stop was a legendary talk show in America.
The Ellen Show.
The moment Yogan stepped onto the stage, applause erupted like fireworks.
Camera flashes lit every angle.
Screams echoed through the studio.
To fans, he was no longer just a fighter.
He was a superstar.
Ellen greeted him with a bright grin. "So, the man who survived the Night Demon is sitting in front of me today. How does it feel?"
Yogan smiled politely. "Like I owe my bones an apology."
The audience laughed.
Throughout the interview, Yogan abandoned his cold battlefield persona. He joked, smiled, responded with wit, and easily matched Ellen's rhythm.
When asked about the spinning elbow that finished his opponent, he answered:
"That wasn't just power. That was art. And science. But mostly, it required a very brave dance partner. Tony Ferguson deserves my respect."
The studio burst into applause.
But when Ellen finally asked about his future, Yogan's eyes sharpened.
He stared into the camera as if staring at the world.
"The lightweight chapter is over," he said slowly. "But the next one is beginning. I heard the 170-pound throne is shaking."
Silence fell.
Then Yogan added:
"Tyron Woodley… I suggest you prepare your dancing shoes. Because I'm coming for the final dance. And the music? It's called 'Three-Division Champion.'"
Within an hour, the internet exploded.
#SunVsWoodley
#ThreeDivisionChampion
#YoganEra
All trended worldwide.
At UFC headquarters, phones rang without pause.
Sponsors called.
Broadcasters demanded timelines.
Fans flooded social media.
Everyone waited on one man.
Dana White.
But instead of immediate announcements…
There was silence.
And in that silence…
The real battle had begun.
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