MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Mark\'s eyes narrowed, and he darted forward, feinting with his left hand before throwing a quick jab aimed at Damon\'s face.

Damon saw it coming and swayed back, narrowly avoiding the punch.

"Mark\'s trying to bait Damon with those jabs," Michael Bosley commented from the table. "He\'s setting up for something bigger."

"Yeah, but Damon\'s keeping his cool," Daniel Greene added. "He\'s not falling for it."

Mark didn\'t let up, pressing forward with another jab, but this time, Damon snapped a quick low kick to Mark\'s lead leg.

The kick connected with a solid thud, and Mark grunted, retreating slightly.

"You\'re gonna pay for that," Mark growled, shaking his leg out.

He suddenly dropped his level and lunged for Damon\'s waist, going for a takedown.

Damon reacted quickly, sprawling back and shoving Mark\'s head down, stopping the attempt.

"Nice defense by Damon," Michael noted. "He saw that takedown coming a mile away."

Mark pushed off, backing up a few steps before raising his fists again. He looked frustrated but determined.

"You\'re just running, Cross!" Mark shouted, trying to rile Damon up. "Come on, fight me!"

Damon didn\'t rise to the bait, staying calm. He shuffled forward and threw another low kick, this time targeting Mark\'s other leg. The kick hit its mark, and Mark winced, his stance faltering for a moment.

Mark stepped forward, throwing a wild right hook. Damon ducked under it and fired a quick knee into Mark\'s midsection.

The strike wasn\'t perfect, but it was enough to make Mark stumble back.

"Damon\'s picking him apart with those kicks and knees," Daniel observed. "Mark\'s got to do something or this fight\'s going to slip away from him."

Mark\'s eyes flashed with anger. He charged again, this time faking a takedown before throwing a hard right hand. Damon managed to block it with his forearm, but the force pushed him back a step.

"You\'re not as tough as you think!" Mark snarled, throwing a left hook aimed at Damon\'s body. Damon twisted away, the punch glancing off his ribs without much effect.

Damon retaliated with a sharp teep kick to Mark\'s stomach, pushing him back. Mark staggered but quickly regained his balance, his face twisted in frustration.

"Mark\'s trying to close the distance, but Damon\'s using his reach well," Michael said. "He\'s keeping Mark at bay, making it hard for him to land anything significant."

Mark rushed in again, this time with a combination of punches, but his form was sloppy, and Damon easily dodged the first few before blocking the rest.

As Mark overextended with a wild swing, Damon stepped in, throwing an elbow that clipped Mark\'s cheek.

The crowd reacted with a mix of cheers and gasps, sensing the shift in momentum.

"Damon\'s starting to find his rhythm," Daniel commented. "But Mark\'s not out of this yet. He\'s got power if he can just land a clean shot."

Mark wiped at his cheek, glaring at Damon. "You got lucky with that one," he spat, his breath heavy. "I\'m gonna drop you, just wait."

Damon didn\'t reply, his focus narrowing as he prepared for the next exchange. He knew Mark was getting desperate, and that\'s when mistakes happened.

Mark lunged in again, but this time, Damon was ready. He fired a quick low kick, catching Mark\'s leg as he moved forward.

Mark\'s knee buckled slightly, and Damon followed up with a straight right hand that landed flush on Mark\'s nose.

Mark\'s head snapped back, and he stumbled, but he managed to stay on his feet. His face contorted in pain and anger, but he charged forward once more, swinging wildly.

Damon kept his composure, dodging the wild punches before landing a stiff jab right down the middle. Mark\'s head snapped back again, and this time, his legs wobbled.

"Mark\'s in trouble!" Michael exclaimed. "He\'s swinging for the fences, but Damon\'s keeping calm and landing clean shots."

Mark shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. He attempted another takedown, this one more desperate than the last, but Damon easily stuffed it, shoving Mark away.

Mark staggered back, his chest heaving, sweat pouring down his face. Damon took a deep breath, staying ready, knowing the fight wasn\'t over yet.

But the look in Mark\'s eyes showed that he was starting to realize just how tough Damon was.

The final seconds of the round ticked away as Damon and Mark circled each other cautiously.

Mark threw a half-hearted jab, but Damon easily sidestepped, maintaining his distance. The crowd\'s cheers echoed through the packed hall, the tension palpable.

With a loud, metallic clang, the bell signaled the end of the round. Both fighters backed away, their expressions intense but controlled.

Damon took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he made his way to his corner.

He didn\'t have a team or coach waiting for him—just a lone stool where he sat, catching his breath and mentally reviewing the round.

Mark, on the other hand, trudged to his corner, visibly frustrated. His corner team quickly surrounded him, offering water and advice as he leaned against the cage, his breaths heavy.

"Listen, Mark," his coach said firmly, his voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. "You\'re letting him dictate the pace. He\'s keeping you at range with those kicks, and you\'re rushing in without thinking."

Mark nodded, his eyes locked on his coach, but his frustration was clear.

"Stop trying to go for those takedowns unless you\'re setting them up better," the coach continued. "He\'s reading them too easily. You need to feint more, make him commit, and then shoot in. If you keep telegraphing like that, he\'s just gonna stuff you every time."

Mark clenched his fists, absorbing the advice.

"Look, he\'s got a reach advantage, and he\'s using it well," another corner man chimed in. "But he\'s not invincible. His defense isn\'t perfect—he\'s dropping his hands a bit after those low kicks. If you time it right, you can catch him. And remember, you\'ve got power. One good shot, and you can turn this around."

Mark\'s coach nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Don\'t just charge in like a bull. Be smart, work the body a bit, and when you see him drop his guard, go for that right hook. But you have to stay patient. Don\'t let him frustrate you."

Mark took a deep breath, nodding again. "Got it," he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Across the cage, Damon remained quiet, his eyes focused and calm as he mentally prepared for the next round.

He knew Mark would come out strong, and he needed to stay sharp.

There was no one in his corner to advise him, but he trusted his instincts and training.