MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Within seconds, Donald had no choice but to tap out, his free hand slapping the mat repeatedly.

The referee dove in to separate them, signaling the end of the fight.

"He taps! It's over! Damon Cross with an absolutely mind-blowing finish!"

The crowd let out a roar that was hard to hear, but Damon stood there, cool.

It was a moment that would undoubtedly be replayed for years to come.

The only person to pull off such a move before was the flyweight Jiu-Jitsu legend, Dominic Georgeson.

Damon couldn't deny the inspiration that fighters like Georgeson provided.

While he wouldn't go as far as to say that Georgeson made him fall in love with fighting, he had to admit the man was nothing short of impressive.

But admiration wasn't enough for Damon. He wasn't in this sport just to emulate his idols.

No, he planned to surpass them.

Every single one of them.

Whether it was Georgeson, NcGyver, or any other fighter he'd admired growing up, Damon had one goal, to leave a legacy so undeniable that his name would stand above them all.

This was just another step in that journey.

A moment of brilliance, yes, but not the pinnacle.

For Damon, there was no limit, only the next challenge.

But aside from Damon's thoughts, the arena was in absolute chaos.

The fans roared, the commentators were stunned that they just stopped commentating, and even his team couldn't hide their shock and excitement.

The move he had just executed wasn't just amazing, it was extraordinary.

Sure, it had been done before, but this wasn't about who had done it first.

This was about how it was done now, and by whom.

When Dominic Georgeson had executed it, he was fighting in the flyweight division.

At 125 pounds, such agility and technique, while impressive, were expected in the lighter divisions. But Damon? Read new chapters at empire

He was a middleweight, above 6 feet tall, with a solid, muscular frame that could easily carry him to the light heavyweight division if he chose to.

For a man of his size to pull off such a move, it wasn't just shocking, it defied logic.

It was something the fans couldn't wrap their heads around.

A move that seemed made for smaller, more agile fighters had been flawlessly executed by a man who, by all accounts, shouldn't have been able to.

Damon's reputation for speed and explosiveness was well-known, but this? This took it to another level entirely.

Even Victor, standing in Damon's corner, was momentarily frozen.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His usual demeanor cracked as he realized what he had just witnessed.

He knew Damon hadn't gone into this fight planning to pull off something so flashy.

From what Victor understood of Damon's strategy, the plan had been to wear Donald down, either by knockout or a more traditional submission.

Victor's voice finally broke through the commotion as he turned to the other team members.

"He didn't plan that. That wasn't part of the game plan."

But the way Damon executed the move, with such precision, power, and speed, made it clear that he had seized the moment.

It wasn't about the plan anymore.

It was about his ability to adapt, to capitalize on opportunities, and to deliver something extraordinary when the moment called for it.

Back in the cage, Damon stood, composed as ever, his breathing steady despite the exertion.

He glanced at Donald, who was still recovering, and then toward his corner.

Seeing their reactions, a rare smile broke across Damon's face.

He had to admit, even he was impressed with himself.

That move, he had never practiced it before.

Not in training.

Not in any simulation.

He'd only seen it a handful of times in his life, watching old fights of Dominic Georgeson.

And yet, here he was, pulling it off flawlessly in the middle of a fight.

The sheer improbability of it made the moment all the more satisfying.

He could feel the energy of the crowd, the disbelief in their cheers, the admiration in their gasps.

Honestly, he wanted to see what else he could do.

Not just for the crowd, but for himself.

The shock value, the way people looked at him as if he was rewriting the rules of what was possible, it gave him a confidence that was hard to describe.

It wasn't arrogance, maybe a little bit, but it was also curiosity.

If he could do that, what other limits could he push?

How far could he take his skills, his creativity, his strength?

He glanced at his corner, catching Victor's stunned expression, and then back at Donald, who was just starting to recover.

After all, Damon was aware that the system's notifications no longer provided the rapid improvements they once did.

Aside from the simulation feature and fighter breakdowns, the system had become more of a tool than a crutch.

On his stats, he had already reached A rank, which, in his mind, felt like the pinnacle of human potential.

But maybe reaching S rank wasn't about raw speed, strength, resilience, or any physical attribute.

Perhaps it was about refining and applying everything he already knew, about finding new ways to push himself beyond what even the system could define.

He hadn't fully acknowledged it until now, but the system's role in his life had started to diminish.

It was no longer the driving force behind his success.

It had given him the foundation, the advantage to rise when he needed it most.

Now, it seemed like it was stepping back, forcing him to rely on his own growth, instincts, and experiences.

And maybe that was the point all along.

The system wasn't meant to carry him to greatness, it was there to help him realize he could get there on his own.

To push him just enough to begin.

If he was honest, it had done more than enough for him.

Now, it was his turn to take that advantage and make it his own, to prove that even without the crutch, he had what it took to rise to the top.

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But still it was very useful when he needed training.

Do even while it didn't grace him with gifts and rewards, it was still very useful.