MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

A minute and a half into the first round, the dynamic of the fight was becoming increasingly clear.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Damon was outstriking Landon on the feet, his precision and timing leaving little room for Landon to mount any effective offense.

Jabs snapped forward like lightning, hooks and low kicks kept Landon's movement restricted, and Damon's footwork ensured he stayed just out of reach.

Every attempt by Landon to close the distance was met with calculated resistance.

And like many grapplers who find themselves outclassed in the striking department, Landon began to gravitate toward his domain, the ground.

He feinted forward, level-changing slightly, and shot for his first takedown.

But Damon saw it coming.

He sprawled hard, stuffing the attempt with near-perfect timing, then pivoted away before Landon could chain into a secondary attempt.

As Landon stumbled back to his feet, the crowd roared, and his calm attitude changed to one of frustration.

Damon maintained his distance with sharp jabs and teep kicks, creating a wall that Landon struggled to penetrate.

Every time Landon even thought about a takedown, Damon's precise striking forced him to reconsider.

Jim Logan's voice echoed from the commentary booth. "This is a masterclass from Damon Cross so far. He's completely nullifying Landon's attempts to take this fight to the ground."

Damien Korvier chimed in, "Absolutely, Jim. And look at how Damon's managing the distance, every time Landon tries to shoot, Damon either steps back or makes him pay with a counter. It's a clinic in takedown defense and striking control."

Landon, persistent as ever, adjusted his approach.

He tried to press Damon against the cage, hoping to eliminate the space Damon was using so effectively.

But Damon was a step ahead.

As Landon lunged forward, Damon sidestepped and delivered a stinging right cross that landed flush, snapping Landon's head back.

The crowd erupted as Landon stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing.

His face betrayed no panic, but the frustration was evident in his body language.

He was being systematically shut down.

Every shot Landon attempted came with a risk. Damon was countering, making Landon think twice before committing to his wrestling.

With two minutes left in the round, fans were already held in question, would this fight be like this.

Damon saw it, the frustration etched into Landon's every movement, the mounting desperation in his takedown attempts.

He smirked, his confidence building with every passing second.

Alright, time to stop playing.

He adjusted his stance subtly, lowering his center of gravity just a fraction.

His strikes became more deliberate, calculated, as if testing Landon's reactions.

The sharp accuracy that was earlier tearing Landon apart changed a little. It became less intense, but on purpose.

Damon wasn't looking to finish on the feet, he was setting a trap.

When Landon threw a rushed jab, Damon didn't respond with his usual sharp counter.

Instead, he slipped it smoothly, letting the strike pass him without punishment.

His movements became fluid, calculated to make Landon think he was slipping into a rhythm Damon couldn't break.

On the next exchange, Landon tried a low kick.

Damon absorbed it on his shin, barely flinching, and responded with a half-speed teep kick, not as punishing as before but enough to maintain range.

The message was clear: I'm giving you just enough rope to hang yourself.

Jim Logan noticed the shift immediately. "What's Damon doing here, Damien? He's not as aggressive now, almost like he's baiting Landon into something."

Damien Korvier leaned forward, analyzing the movement. "It looks like Damon's setting a trap. He's holding back on those counters, letting Landon think he's found an opening. But knowing Damon, it's all part of the plan."

Landon, sensing a shift in the fight, became bolder.

He feinted a jab and shot for a takedown, this time with more commitment.

But Damon was waiting.

He sprawled again, stuffing the attempt with perfect timing, then transitioned immediately into a heavy crossface that forced Landon back to his feet.

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The smirk returned to Damon's face.

He wasn't just defending anymore, he was toying with the idea of giving Landon what he wanted, only to dominate him in his own domain.

When Landon threw another wild overhand right, Damon caught it on his glove but didn't counter.

Instead, he shuffled forward, letting Landon feel the pressure without delivering a crushing blow.

The slight change in pace, the deliberate holding back of power, was disorienting for Landon.

It was psychological warfare.

Damon's footwork shifted again, angling slightly to Landon's weak side.

When Landon tried to adjust, Damon peppered him with light calf kicks and quick jabs, just enough to keep him moving but not enough to overwhelm.

He was directing the fight now, funneling Landon toward a specific moment, a specific mistake.

With under a minute left in the round, Landon saw his opportunity and lunged forward for another takedown.

But this time, Damon didn't sprawl.

But something clicked inside Damon's mind when he saw this.

He expect this takedown, but not at this moment, not with this level of desperation behind it.

This was rushed, sloppy, and full of frustration.

For a split second, Damon's mind froze, evaluating the angles, the speed, and the intention behind the move.

Then, everything snapped into focus.

Change of plans.

A new plan kicked in as he saw Landon committing fully to the takedown, his body barreling forward with reckless desperation.

Damon didn't bother disguising his intentions.

The moment Landon committed to the takedown, Damon saw the opportunity and made his move.

There was no hesitation, no subtle feint, just raw, calculated aggression.

He planted his feet firmly, his body tensing like a coiled spring.

His right leg slid back slightly, not to retreat, but to load the power he needed.

Landon's head dipped low, his momentum carrying him straight toward Damon's midsection, and that was all the confirmation Damon needed.

With explosive force, Damon drove his knee upward, his entire body behind the motion.

His hips thrust forward, channeling all his power into the strike.

The timing was flawless.

Landon put all of his weight on the takedown with his head and shoulders, and Damon's knee met the target with deadly accuracy.

The impact was brutal, a loud crack reverberating through the arena as Landon's momentum collided with Damon's perfectly timed counter.

Jim Logan's voice erupted from the commentary table. "Oh my god! Damon Cross with a massive knee! That was incredible!"