MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Damon took another step forward, rolling his shoulders, letting the sting in his shin fade. The checked kick was a warning, but it wasn't going to slow him down.

Jon, however, took it as an opening.

The moment Damon shifted weight to his lead foot, Jon struck.

A stiff jab snapped forward.

Damon barely moved his head in time, the punch grazing his cheek. Before he could reset, Jon followed with a right cross.

Damon ducked under it, expecting the combination. He was about to counter when a heavy inside leg kick slammed into his thigh.

His leg buckled slightly from the sheer force. The Polish fans roared.

Irish Commentator: "And Dlachovizc wastes no time gettin' to work! That leg kick, you could hear it through the whole arena!"

Polish Commentator: "Jon has fought giants in light heavyweight, my friend! He is no stranger to power! That's not just a leg kick, that is a statement!"

Damon stayed composed, shifting his stance slightly to take pressure off the leg, but Jon wasn't giving him a second. Another jab. Another inside leg kick. Then a body kick.

Damon blocked it, but even through his guard, he could feel the weight behind it. Jon wasn't just strong, he was measured, methodical.

Damon exhaled, shaking out his legs. Jon was setting the pace, trying to slow him down early.

He smirked slightly. He liked that.

Damon stepped forward again, light on his feet, bouncing just enough to keep Jon guessing. Then, he exploded.

A sharp one-two combination snapped through the air, forcing Jon to cover up. He pivoted off the angle and landed a body kick, stepping into it fully.

The crowd erupted as the sound of the kick echoed through the arena.

Irish Commentator: "That's what we're talkin' about! That bloody speed! That's what makes Damon different!"

Polish Commentator: "Ah, but Jon is still standing! He has taken worse before! He is not shaken!"

Jon absorbed the kick without backing up.

Damon barely had time to adjust before Jon stepped in and fired a short left hook.

Damon tried to move, but it connected flush on his chin. His head snapped to the side.

Before he could fully recover, Jon had already pushed forward, crowding him with pressure. He threw a right hook, then a knee to the body, then a shoulder strike in the clinch.

Damon gritted his teeth, locking up to slow the attack.

Polish Commentator: "There it is! The Polish power! You think you can just hit Jon and move? No! He will hit you back harder!"

Irish Commentator: "Damon took that one clean, but look at him! He's still standing! This is why this fight is massive, both men can take damage and keep movin' forward!"

Damon shook his head slightly, regaining focus. Jon had power. He wasn't just a slow powerhouse, he was calculated.

Damon adjusted his grip in the clinch, pressed forward, then suddenly broke off.

Jon reacted fast, throwing a looping hook.

Damon ducked under it and fired a sharp knee into Jon's ribs.

Jon grunted, stepping back.

The Irish fans erupted.

Damon bounced on his feet, wiping his chin. Still here. Still locked in.

Jon smirked, rolling his shoulders. Damon smirked back.

Neither man was backing down.

Damon decided to amp up his performance.

He had felt Jon's power, absorbed his pressure, and now it was time to show his own.

Jon planted his feet, looking to reset, and that's when Damon struck.

A left hook.

Not just any hook, one thrown with precision, with power, with everything behind it.

The shot landed clean on Jon's jaw, and for the first time in the fight, he wobbled.

The crowd exploded.

Irish Commentator: "OH, HE GOT HIM! DLACHOVIZC IS ROCKED!"

Polish Commentator: "WHAT A SHOT! JON HAS A CHIN, BUT THAT ONE SHOOK HIM!"

Jon staggered back, blinking hard, his legs unsteady. No one had ever done that to him.

But Damon wasn't done.

He stepped forward immediately, cutting off any space Jon could use to recover. His hands moved on instinct, sharpening into something far deadlier.

An elbow.

It crashed against Jon's temple, slicing his skin open.

Jon backed up, Damon chased.

Another elbow, this one straight down the middle.

Blood trickled from the cuts forming on Jon's face.

Jon gritted his teeth, refusing to go down, but his legs weren't responding the way he wanted.

He kept backing up, trying to regain his balance, but Damon gave him no time.

Damon snapped a leg kick into Jon's thigh.

It landed clean, no check.

Jon stumbled again, his balance shaky.

Damon was taking over.

The Irish crowd was on fire.

Irish Commentator: "CROSS ERA, BABY! LOOK AT THIS! DAMON CROSS IS PICKING HIM APART!"

Polish Commentator: "JON NEEDS TO RECOVER! HE HAS BEEN THROUGH WARS, BUT THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE!"

Jon wiped the blood from his face, blinking through the sting.

Damon didn't care.

He was locked in, smelling blood.

Jon was still standing, but for how much longer?

Damon closed in, cutting off Jon's escape.

Jon's back touched the cage, and he had nowhere left to go.

Damon didn't hesitate.

He threw a knee, targeting Jon's ribs, mixing up his arsenal. It wasn't wild, it was sharp, controlled.

Jon sidestepped, trying to evade, but Damon's accuracy was different.

His shots weren't just thrown, they were placed.

Even when Jon moved, he couldn't avoid them all.

A stiff jab snapped his head back.

A short elbow grazed his temple.

Every opening Damon found, he took.

Irish Commentator: "Sweet Mother of God, look at this! Damon Cross is landin' everything he throws! There's levels to this, and this lad is on the top one!"

Polish Commentator: "Jon is a survivor, but he can't survive this forever! Cross is one of the most precise fighters we've ever seen!"

Irish Commentator: "Precise? That's puttin' it lightly! Let me give ye some numbers, lad, Damon Cross has an insane striking accuracy of 67% in his career! That is one of the highest in modern MMA! That's better than most champions!"

Polish Commentator: "And we are seeing it right now! Jon cannot afford to just stand here and take these shots!"

Jon knew it too.

He wasn't going to win this fight by trading shots. Damon was too fast. Too sharp. Too accurate.

So he made a decision.

He changed the game.

Damon feinted a hook, and just as he stepped in—

Jon ducked under.

In an instant, he shot for a takedown.

But Jon wasn't sloppy.

He knew he had no space to drive Damon across the cage.

So he adjusted, a body lock.

His arms clamped around Damon's waist, locking his hands just below the ribs. A textbook clinch-to-takedown transition.

Jon planted his weight low, using his leverage to twist Damon's balance.

Damon reacted instantly.

He widened his stance, lowering his base, but Jon had the advantage of position.

Jon squeezed, driving his forehead into Damon's chest, forcing him to react.

Damon's back hit the cage.

For the first time in the fight, Jon had control.

The Polish fans roared.

Irish Commentator: "Oh, here we go! Dlachovizc changes the plan and goes for the takedown! Smart move!"

Polish Commentator: "Jon has the body lock! This is where his strength comes into play! If he can get Cross down, this fight changes completely!"
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Jon took a deep breath, adjusted his grip, and went for the takedown, but Damon wasn't about to just let it happen.

The fight had just entered a new phase.

And Damon was ready for it.

Before either fighter could take the next step—

The bell rang.

End of Round 1.

The referee stepped in, separating them. Jon released the body lock and backed away, breathing heavily but composed. Damon straightened up, rolling his shoulders as he exhaled through his nose.

A very interesting round, to say the least.

Both fighters had their moments. Damon's precision was unreal, his accuracy cutting through Jon's defense like a scalpel. But Jon had shown his own strengths, durability, power, and the ability to change the pace when needed.

The crowd erupted.

Fans from both sides were riding high on adrenaline.

Irish Commentator: "What a bloody round! I don't care who you're rootin' for, that was a war!"

Polish Commentator: "Both men had their moments, but you have to give credit to Cross