MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are live from the UFA Apex Center here in Las Vegas, Nevada, for tonight's co-main event of the evening!"

Deuce Baffer's iconic voice boomed through the speakers, igniting the crowd with his signature energy.

"This fight is three rounds in the UFA middleweight division!"

You could feel the fans' energy as the camera moved between the two fighters standing in their corners.

"Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner! A mixed martial artist holding a professional record of 24 wins, 6 losses. Standing six feet two inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds, fighting out of Covington, Louisiana, Landon 'All In' Ellan!"

As the crowd cheered, Landon raised a gloved hand and paced back and forth in his corner. His face was calm and focused.

"And now introducing his opponent, fighting out of the red corner! An undefeated mixed martial artist with a professional record of 9 wins, no losses. Standing six feet two inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds, fighting out of Limerick, Ireland, Damon Cross!"

The crowd erupted, a mix of cheers and roars, as Damon raised both fists above his head, bouncing lightly on his feet with a calm, determined look.

Deuce continued, his voice commanding the attention of the arena. "And when the action begins, your referee in charge, Hank Binn!"

The two fighters moved to the center of the cage, as Hank Binn gave his final instructions.

"Alright, gentlemen, we've gone over the rules in the locker room. Protect yourselves at all times, follow my instructions at all times. Touch gloves if you wish, and let's do this."

Damon and Landon tapped their gloves for a moment before taking a sharp step back to their corners.

As the crowd got louder, the excitement in the air became like static energy.

Jim Logan leaned forward as the fighters returned to their corners, his voice picking up with excitement. "Well, the match is about to begin. Thanks for tuning in to ACPN, folks, because this is one you don't want to miss."

Damien Korvier nodded, his tone equally eager. "Absolutely, Jim. This is the co-main event of the night, two warriors stepping into the cage, let's see how this plays out."

The camera cut back to the cage, where referee Hank Binn stood between the two fighters.

"Fighters, ready?" Hank looked at Landon, then Damon, waiting for their nods of affirmation. "Ready? Ready?"

With a quick motion, he signaled for the fight to begin.

"The match is on!" Jim exclaimed as the crowd roared in anticipation. "Damon Cross and Landon 'All In' Ellan are officially underway!"

Damien leaned in, his tone analytical. "Right away, you can see both fighters measuring each other. Damon's known for that calm start, but Landon's no stranger to pacing himself. This could be a battle of strategy as much as skill."

Damon and Landon circled each other, with each fighter lightly tapping their toes.

Damon looked at Landon with a calm, deliberate gaze, watching every move he made.

He had prepared extensively for this fight. Landon "All In" Ellan was known as a well-rounded, durable fighter with a dangerous ground game.

His Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu black belt, elite submission skills, and ability to capitalize on scrambles made him a constant threat.

But Damon also knew Landon had gaps in his striking defense.

Fighters who pressured him with precise combinations often found success.

Damon's plan was simple but ambitious, overwhelm Landon on the feet, force him into desperate exchanges, and, if the opportunity arose, turn the tables by submitting the submission artist.

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Despite being busy the past month, he had worked tirelessly on his takedown defense and striking pressure, aiming to dictate the fight from start to finish.

As the first minute ticked by, the pace remained measured.

Damon stayed light on his feet, flicking a few feints to gauge Landon's reactions.

Landon mirrored him, cautious and patient, his hands high and his posture ready for a level change at any moment.

Damon threw a probing jab, testing the range. Landon slipped slightly to the side, his movement deliberate.

"Feeling each other out," Jim Logan commented from the commentary table.

"Damon's got to be careful not to get too comfortable in these exchanges. Landon is dangerous when he closes the distance."

Damien Korvier added, "Absolutely, but look at Damon's composure. He's not rushing anything. He knows the stakes."

Damon stepped forward, firing a low kick that thudded against Landon's lead leg.

It wasn't a powerful strike, but it was precise, targeting Landon's balance.

Landon responded with a quick one-two combination, but Damon leaned just out of range, his head movement sharp.

Then, without warning, Damon exploded forward with a flurry of strikes.

A crisp jab snapped Landon's head back, followed by a lightning-quick cross that grazed his temple.

Landon immediately shot for a takedown, diving for Damon's legs.

But Damon was ready.

He sprawled hard, stuffing the attempt and shoving Landon back to his feet.

"Great takedown defense by Cross!" Jim exclaimed.

Damon pressed the advantage, stepping forward with a sharp combination, a jab, a hook, and a thunderous leg kick.

Landon blocked the strikes but absorbed the kick, grimacing slightly as it landed.

Landon's demeanor shifted.

He moved forward more aggressively, throwing a wild overhand right to close the distance.

Damon ducked under it, pivoting smoothly out of range.

"Cross is dictating the pace here," Damien said. "He's keeping Landon guessing, and that's exactly what he needs to do."

Damon's plan was unfolding perfectly so far.

By maintaining pressure and controlling the striking exchanges, he forced Landon to react rather than dictate.

Every time Landon moved forward, Damon was there to meet him with precise counters, keeping the grappler uncomfortable on the feet.

But Damon wasn't just thinking about the striking battle.

He was waiting for the perfect moment to test his growing grappling prowess.

Landon was known for his persistence in chaining takedown attempts, and Damon planned to turn that persistence against him.

As the first round continued, the crowd roared with anticipation.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Both fighters were fully engaged, the tension building with every exchange.

Damon's calculated approach was paying off, but the fight was far from over.