MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The screen lit up, showing a poised and professional interviewer, a woman with a confident presence and a polished smile. She held a microphone, speaking smoothly to the camera.

"I have here with me the winner of the last match, Ireland's very own Damon Cross. Damon, how are you feeling?"

Damon stood relaxed, his hands resting at his sides.

His expression was calm, his breathing steady, though the adrenaline of the fight still lingered beneath the surface.

"I'm fine, feeling good. You?"

The interviewer smiled. "I'm doing great. You put on a spectacular performance in the ring tonight. How did you prepare for this, knowing it's not just your usual fight where you're competing for yourself, but for an entire country?"

Damon considered the question for a moment before answering.

"Well, I think it's just like any other fight, with the same stakes. When I fight in the UFA, I don't just fight for myself, I fight for my fans, my family. Here, it's not any different. So I didn't have to change much in my training. But I'm very happy to have this level of support."

The interviewer nodded, clearly impressed. "Well said. Now, up next, we have the lightweight bout, Collin NcGyver versus Mateusz Garmrond. Since Collin is your teammate, how do you see this one playing out?"

Damon smirked slightly. "Well, it's simple. Both are very good fighters. Collin's style is unique, and it's done the job for him for years. I don't think this fight will be any different."

The interviewer gave a knowing smile. "Confident in your teammate, I see. Well, Damon, thanks for taking the time for this interview. Have a great night."

Damon gave a small nod. "You too. Thanks."

With that, he stepped off-camera, leaving the interview behind. His fight was done.

Now, it was time to see what the rest of Team Ireland could do.

A few minutes passed as the fighters were given time to prepare.

The tension in the arena remained high, the energy buzzing through the crowd as they anticipated the next fight.

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In the tunnel, the entire Irish team stood together, waiting.

Damon stood behind them, his posture relaxed, but his face told a different story.

Jon Dlachovizc had made sure of that.

His body felt fine, but his black eye was a stark reminder that Jon had landed some heavy shots.

It wasn't too bad, not something that would linger for weeks, especially with the elixir, but it was there. A small price to pay for victory.

As the Polish fighter finished his walkout, the lights dimmed for Ireland's turn.

The familiar notes of the Irish anthem began to play, and the crowd erupted once again.

The song carried through the arena, and this time, the cameras focused on Collin NcGyver.

This was his moment.

With a confident stride, Collin led the team out of the tunnel.

Damon walked behind them, blending into the group, his mind shifting from his own fight to the one about to unfold.

This wasn't just about the tournament anymore.

This was about Collin's return.

After years away, the Notorious was finally stepping back into the cage.

When Collin NcGyver finally stepped into the cage, his team stood in his corner, all eyes on him. Damon sat watching from outside, arms crossed, observing the moment.

The last time he had been in someone's corner was when Edward fought, back in the UFA.

Edward's career was on fire, gaining momentum with each win. Seeing him thrive only reinforced how far they had come since The Supreme Fighter.

Now, it was Collin's moment.

As soon as he entered the cage, he did it, the infamous strut.

Collin swung his arms loosely, arrogant, unbothered, completely in his element.

The crowd exploded, roaring in approval at the signature walk they had missed for years.

It didn't matter how long he had been away.

Collin NcGyver still knew how to own the moment.

The announcer stepped into the center of the cage, microphone in hand, as the crowd settled in anticipation. The energy was electric.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the co-main event of the evening! A lightweight contest scheduled for three rounds in the World MMA Tournament qualifiers!"

The camera panned to Mateusz Garmrond, who bounced lightly on his feet, his expression calm, eyes locked on his opponent. He looked sharp, focused, and ready.

The announcer continued.

"Introducing first, fighting out of Poland, he stands 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighing in at 155 pounds. A former European champion… presenting MATEUSZ GARMROND!"

The Polish crowd erupted, chanting his name. Garmrond lifted a fist, nodding as he paced back and forth, locked in.

Then, the announcer turned toward the red corner.

"And his opponent… fighting out of Ireland, he stands 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighing in at 155 pounds. The former two-division world champion, THE PRIDE OF IRELAND COLLIN NCGYVER!"

The moment his name was called, Collin stepped forward, kissing his hands, then spreading his arms wide, chest out, owning the moment. The crowd exploded.

Irish fans roared, the chants of "COL-LIN! COL-LIN!" shaking the arena.

Collin took his time, soaking in the atmosphere, before stepping back, rolling his shoulders, and bouncing on his feet. He looked loose. Relaxed. Like he had never left.

The referee stepped forward, bringing both fighters to the center.

The fight was about to begin.

The referee stood between them, his voice firm.

"Gentlemen, you know the rules. Protect yourselves at all times, listen to my commands. If I tell you to stop, you stop. Now, touch gloves if you wish."

Mateusz Garmrond extended his glove out with a neutral expression.

Collin smirked, tilted his head slightly, and ignored it. Instead, he took a small step back, rolling his shoulders, eyes locked on Garmrond with pure confidence.

The crowd reacted immediately, some Irish fans cheered wildly, while the Polish supporters booed.

The referee gave a short nod, unfazed.

"Ready?" He pointed to Garmrond.

The Polish fighter nodded.

"Ready?" He turned to Collin.

Collin licked his lips, then nodded once, bouncing on his feet. "Always."

"Fight!"

The arena exploded as the fight officially began.

Irish Commentator: "After more than four years, we witness the return of Collin NcGyver to the cage!"

Polish Commentator: "And what a fight to return to! Mateusz Garmrond is no easy task, this is a serious test right away!"

Both fighters circled each other, the energy in the air electric.

Collin was back.

And now, it was time to see if the legend still had it.