An ironclad contract for endless cash flow towards my family and the funding to create a charity primarily focused on fighter safety across all combat sports if never wake up from the coma.
In reality 250k/250k maybe even 125k/125k, all hospital bills paid and under the desk bravery, heart, and insanity cash bonus.
It's fucking Ngannou and it's not like all that money would be mine. I'd train to be in the best shape of my life so I have a better chance of not dying from the brutal and relatively unskilled asswhooping.