MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Chapter 456: The Path to Immortality

Time moved fast. The fight game never stopped. The sport was always evolving, producing new stars, new champions, and new legacies.

But once in a while, an athlete emerged who wasn’t just great. They weren’t just dominant. They were something beyond that, something rare.

A fighter who didn’t just win but defined an era.

These were the athletes who transcended competition. Who became legends. Who rewrote the very standard of excellence in their sport.

And for them, a title was given.

GOAT.

The Greatest of All Time.

A title not handed out lightly. A title that took years, decades, to solidify. A title that belonged to the select few who stood so far above their peers that their presence alone shifted the course of history.

The world had seen GOATs before. In boxing. In football. In basketball. In every major sport.

MMA had seen its share of GOATs. Fighters who dominated their divisions, stacked title defenses, conquered multiple weight classes, and carved their names into history. The debate was endless, who had the toughest resume, who fought the best competition, who truly defined the sport? Read exclusive content at novelhall.Côm

There was always a measuring stick, always a statistic, always a number to point at. But no matter how undeniable a fighter’s achievements were, the argument never ended.

Because there could only be one king.

It was an unspoken rule in sports, in combat, in life itself, two tigers cannot live in the same cave. Even if two fighters were equally great, the world would never allow them to share the throne. There was always a push to separate them. Always a need to crown one above the other.

So when fighters aimed for GOAT status, when they staked their claim as the best ever, was it enough?

Was being called the GOAT truly the pinnacle? Or was there a step beyond?

Maybe the real way to cement yourself in history wasn’t just through belts, records, or titles. Maybe it was about erasing all doubt. About removing the debate entirely.

He found her waiting near the hallway leading to the private rooms, her arms crossed, but the slight curve of her lips showed she was happy. As soon as she spotted him, she pushed off the wall and walked toward him.

"You don’t even look tired," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Was that even a fight?"

Damon smirked. "I was hoping for more of a challenge, but you saw what happened."

She shook her head with a small laugh. "You make it look easy."

They stood there for a moment, away from the noise of the event, just talking. Svetlana asked him how he felt, and Damon shrugged, physically fine, mentally locked in. She reminded him that he still had more fights ahead, and he nodded.

Eventually, he sighed. "I should shower before I start reeking."

She grinned. "Probably a good idea."

Damon smirked and gave her a quick nod before heading off. As much as he wanted to linger, the sweat, blood, and Vaseline were sticking to him like glue. He needed to get freshened up before anything else.

The rest of the night went on without trouble. Damon, still riding the high of his dominant performance, handled his post-match obligations with ease.

First came the post-fight interview. The media swarmed him, eager to get his thoughts on the fight, his game plan, and what was next.

He answered each question with his usual calm, never revealing too much but giving just enough to keep them talking.

He kept it simple. "One fight at a time."

After the media duties, he took some time with the fans. They were waiting outside the arena, some still chanting his name, others shoving shirts, posters, and gloves in his direction.

Damon took his time, signing autographs, taking pictures, and shaking hands. It was something he didn’t mind, he respected the ones who supported him.

And then, finally, he was able to just be with Svetlana. Away from the cameras, away from the noise. The two of them took a picture together, just something simple.

She leaned into him, smiling, while he wrapped an arm around her and held up a fist.