MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Inside the octagon, a match was about to begin, the 10th match of the day to be precise, as only 2 matches were left after this

Only the fighters, the officials, the judges, and the referee were present, creating an environment of raw, unfiltered competition.

Damon stood at the edge of the crowd of fighters, his gaze fixed on the cage as the 10th elimination match of the day began.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the first round.

Aric Lee and Benjamin Cole faced each other in the center of the cage, their eyes locked for some time, each were here for the same thing but only one of them could achieve it.

Aric, seemingly looking like a powerful aggressive striker, his muscles were outlined rippling.

Benjamin, equally skilled but with a more measured approach, braced himself for the onslaught.

Aric began with a combos of quick jabs, aiming to gauge Benjamin's defense.

His right hand shot out with precision, landing a sharp jab to Benjamin's jaw.

Benjamin staggered slightly but quickly regained his footing before he could get taken advantage if.

He responded with a low kick aimed at Aric's lead leg. The kick landed solidly, causing Aric to flinch and wince as he adjusted his stance.

Damon watched intently, noting how Aric's movements were both aggressive and calculated.

He could see the strain on Benjamin's face as he absorbed the impact, his leg visibly pained by the low kick.

Aric, unfazed, pressed forward with a flurry of punches. Each strike was delivered with power, his fists connecting with Benjamin's arms and torso.

Benjamin, using his defensive skills, blocked some of the punches but struggled to keep up with Aric's speed.

As Aric pressed the attack, he forced Benjamin back against the cage.

Benjamin, showing his grappling background, clinched with Aric, trapping his arms and landing a number of knee strikes to Aric's midsection.

The knees hit with a thud, causing Aric to grunt. Damon observed Aric's reaction, noting how he used his strength to break free from the clinch.

Last time he had used a clinch In a match was during a backyard fight, so he couldn't help but smile.

With a powerful elbow strike, Aric landed a blow to Benjamin's head, causing him to stumble.

Aric seized the opportunity and stepped back to create space. Benjamin, visibly shaken, tried to regroup.

His movements were slower, and he took deep breaths to steady himself.

Aric, sensing Benjamin's vulnerability, continued his assault with high kicks and punches.

Aric's aggression seem unending. He moved in with a sharp right hook that landed cleanly, sending Benjamin to the mat.

The crowd of fighters and officials watched in silence, their focus was on the action in the cage.

Damon, standing among them, watched without an expression in his face, unless it was a powerful or a unique move, he wouldn't react, he had become immune to violence.

Benjamin struggled to get back on his feet, using the cage to pull himself up.

His movements were sluggish, and he appeared disoriented.

Aric, showing no signs of mercy, moved in with a series of precise strikes.

His punches connected with Benjamin's head and body, each one landing with a resounding impact.

Damon could see the exhaustion and pain etched on Benjamin's face as he tried to defend himself.

As Benjamin tried to cover up, Aric decided to change tactics.

He stepped back, creating distance between them.

Aric feinted a left hook, drawing Benjamin's attention.

In a split second, Aric launched a powerful roundhouse kick aimed directly at Benjamin's head.

The kick connected with a loud snap, sending Benjamin sprawling to the canvas.

The referee, observing the impact, immediately moved in to assess Benjamin's condition.

Aric, breathing heavily but victorious, stood over his opponent.

His face showed relief and satisfaction as he realized the fight was over.

The judges, who had been watching intently, nodded in agreement as the official raised Aric's arm in victory.

Damon's eyes remained fixed on the cage, his focus unwavering.

He watched as the medical team entered the cage to attend to Benjamin.

The fighter's head was cradled in the hands of the medics, their expressions serious as they assessed the extent of the damage.

Damon knew that the brutality of a fight always showed its effect when the fight was over. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug.

As Aric walked out of the cage, the other fighters around Damon exchanged glances.

They looked at Aric in awe. That was an impressive knockout, and no one denied it.

Damon stood there watching, with impatience beginning to creep in.

With only two matches remaining, he knew he could be either the next fighter in the cage or the last to go.

The minutes dragged on as he waited, each second wishing he could just fight already. There was no opportunity to leave. He wanted to win this after all.

The official clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. The fighters, already on edge, turned their heads toward the center of the ring.

"Okay, for the next match, let's get Bobby Day," the official announced.

A fighter stepped forward, moving confidently towards the cage.

Bobby Day was a muscular figure with a calm look. He didn't seem too worried.

His gaze briefly met Damon's, carrying a hint of challenge before he looked at the other 2 fighters who hadn't fought as they could be his opponent.

"And Damon Cross," the official continued, his voice echoing in the spacious room.

Damon's shoulders relaxed slightly in relief. He nodded to himself and made his way to the cage.

As he walked, he locked eyes with Bobby, the intensity of the moment building between them.

The cage door clanged shut behind him, sealing their fates in the octagon.

The fighters took their positions, their eyes never leaving each other.

'Alright no fuck ups, cool mind, calm moves' he was going to start with his normal strategy, nothing complicated, just start with chipping on the legs, and try to learn how he fights.