MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Chapter 394: The Slow Advance

Damon appeared calm, his posture loose but alert.

Though he hadn’t dropped his guard, it was clear he wasn’t fully in the zone, he didn’t need to be, not yet.

He moved with precision, his footwork smooth and calculated, as if he were testing the waters.

He took big, careful steps forward, but shorter and softer steps back, which made him move steadily ahead.

Cillian mirrored his movement, circling and staying light on his feet, but it was clear Damon was controlling the distance.

He was closing the gap with each passing moment, his positioning putting quiet pressure on his opponent.

It was like watching a predator stalk its prey. calm, measured, and inevitable.

The fight had only just begun, but Damon’s intentions were already becoming clear.

When Damon noticed he was close enough, he started to prepare a jab. But Cillian moved quickly and threw a surprising punch first.

Damon moved instinctively, weaving under the punch and countering with a crisp hook.

The impact wasn’t heavy enough to end the fight, but it sent a clear message.

Damon took a step back, watching his opponent closely.

He could see the confusion flicker across Cillian’s face, it was like watching a system crash in real-time.

Cillian’s confidence in striking was gone before he had even fully committed to the fight.

Damon’s quick counter had dismantled whatever plan Cillian thought he had.

And then there was the ground game.

Damon knew Cillian didn’t want to go there, he’d be a fish out of water against someone with Damon’s grappling pedigree.

The hesitation was written all over Cillian’s actions.

He was stuck, unsure whether to step forward, stay back, or try something completely different.

Damon didn’t need to guess, he could see it all playing out in the way Cillian moved.

The fight was shifting, and Damon was already in control.

Damon now fully understood the gap between professional top fighters and those still finding their way.

Experience wasn’t just a factor, it was the foundation of a fighter’s career.

Cillian panicked, thrashing in an attempt to break free, but his wild movements only worsened his position.

Damon calmly transitioned to mount, his knees pinning Cillian’s hips as he applied relentless pressure.

The younger fighter tried to turn to his side, desperate to escape, but Damon was waiting for it.

In one fluid motion, he slid off to the side, locking his legs around Cillian’s body and securing a tight arm triangle choke.

The moment the submission was locked in, the difference in levels became painfully obvious.

Damon’s squeeze was immediate and crushing, cutting off Cillian’s airflow in seconds.

Cillian’s hand hovered for a moment, his body stiffening as he realized there was no escape.

And then, just as quickly as the submission was applied, he tapped furiously on Damon’s arm.

The referee stepped in, tapping Damon on the shoulder to signal the end.

Damon immediately released the hold, standing up and offering a hand to his opponent.

Cillian sat on the mat, gasping for air, a look of frustration and respect etched on his face.

He had tried, but the skill gap was undeniable.

Damon gave him a small nod before turning to the referee, who raised his hand in victory.

The fight was over almost as soon as it had begun, and Damon’s dominance was clear for all to see.

Damon walked over to Cillian, who was still seated on the mat, catching his breath.

Without hesitation, Damon extended his hand, offering a gesture of respect.

Cillian looked up, his chest still heaving, and hesitated for a moment before taking it.

Damon pulled him to his feet with a firm grip, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

For a moment, Cillian didn’t say anything. The adrenaline was wearing off, and all he could think about was how wrong he had been.

When he first heard Damon Cross was coming to the qualifiers, he felt confident.

He’d trained hard, believed in his skills, and thought he could hang with the best.

But the moment they stepped into the cage, that confidence crumbled.

From the first exchange, he felt the difference, Damon wasn’t just better, he was on a completely different level.

Every move Cillian made, Damon was ahead of it, countering, controlling, and suffocating him with precision.