MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The fight went on, and the pace stayed steady.

They were both testing the other with small talk and feints, but neither man seemed in a hurry.

At times, the crowd got antsy, but the more alert fans knew what was going on: there was a chess game going on inside the cage.

Damon moved with calculated precision, using his teep kicks and sharp leg strikes to chip away at Calvin Oland.

Meanwhile, Oland danced around, throwing jabs, wild hooks, and occasional kicks.

The moments where the fight felt like it might explode into chaos were quickly reined back in, both fighters refusing to fully commit just yet.

Damon had seen what he needed to see.

Calvin Oland's strengths were identifiable, but so were his weaknesses.

On the feet, Calvin was creative and unpredictable, but he left himself open in critical moments.

His hands, always held low to bait opponents, often failed to return to protect his head after throwing strikes.

Damon noticed this every time Oland launched a looping punch, his guard would drop just enough to create openings.

Then there was Calvin's footwork. While quick and unorthodox, it wasn't as polished defensively.

He often backed up in straight lines when pressured, leaving himself vulnerable to strikes or takedown attempts when his back hit the cage.

Damon also noted Calvin's tendency to overextend.

His wild, flashy strikes created opportunities, but they also left him off-balance and exposed if they didn't land cleanly.

Damon could see it every time Calvin tried something big, like the spinning kick earlier, it was powerful but left a wide window for counters.

The most glaring thing, though, was Calvin's habit of relying too much on his chin.

He'd eat a shot just to land one of his own.

It worked against less precise opponents, but Damon wasn't going to be one of them.

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Damon had kept his approach calm, chipping away at Calvin with sharp, clean counters.

He didn't overcommit, letting Calvin tire himself out with his constant movement and creative, but mostly inefficient, attacks.

The crowd's noise ebbed and flowed as the tension in the cage simmered.

Both men were waiting for the moment to strike, but Damon knew he was getting closer to breaking through.

This wasn't just a fight, it was a game of patience, and Damon was winning it.

But what else would you expect from a man like Calvin Oland? A fighter who had entire conversations mid-fight, he had a boundless energy tank.

Damon decided it was time to shift gears. The slow, methodical approach had served its purpose.

Everything he needed to confirm about Calvin's striking tendencies and weaknesses had been laid bare.

He glanced at the clock.

The round was close to ending, less than a minute left.

If he upped the pressure now, it would serve two purposes.

First, it would allow him to steal the round decisively.

While the exchanges had been even, Damon knew the judges valued a strong finish.

Closing out the round with aggression and control could tip the scales firmly in his favor.

But a decision win wasn't his aim tonight.

So, second, it would test Calvin's composure under real heat.

A sudden surge of pressure could force Calvin to make a mistake, giving Damon the opening he needed to capitalize.

Once he made up his mind, Damon changed his stance and began moving carefully and quickly to get ready to attack.

It was time for him to win the fight.

Damon reset his stance, his feet light, his movements sharp.

He bounced forward, feinting with his hips and shoulders to close the distance.

Calvin noticed the shift immediately, his grin widening as he danced back with his hands low.

"Oh, you active now?" Calvin teased, his voice loud enough for the crowd to hear.

Without saying anything, Damon kept his eyes on hers.

He charged forward and hit Calvin in the head with a sharp jab.

Then he kicked Calvin in the leg hard, hitting him in the thigh.

The crowd roared at the sudden burst of action.

"Damon Cross turning up the heat now!" James Nix called from the commentary table. "He's been biding his time, and now he's pressing forward, forcing Calvin Oland to react."

Korvier chimed in, "This is smart. Damon's keeping it clean and sharp, not giving Calvin the room to breathe or showboat. When you crowd a fighter like Calvin, you take away his ability to create those big moments."

Calvin chuckled as he circled, shaking out his lead leg. "Alright, alright. Let's play, then."

He stepped in with a wide hook, but Damon ducked under it, slipping effortlessly to Calvin's side.

Before Calvin could reset, Damon blasted him with a stiff body kick, the sound echoing through the arena.

Calvin winced, stepping back to the cage, but Damon didn't let up.

Damon pressed forward, unloading a clean combination, a jab, cross, and then a slicing elbow that narrowly missed as Calvin leaned back.

Calvin's back hit the cage, and Damon seized the moment, closing the distance with a knee to the body and a sharp uppercut.

The crowd was deafening now, the energy in the arena surging as Damon poured on the pressure.

"Damon Cross is picking his shots beautifully," Nix said. "He's staying composed while forcing Calvin to fight off the back foot. This is where Oland struggles the most."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Korvier added, "Exactly. Calvin loves open space where he can move and create chaos. But when he's stuck against the cage like this, he's in trouble. Damon's doing everything right."

Calvin tried to retaliate, firing a wild hook, but Damon was too fast, stepping just out of range.

He countered with a crushing leg kick that visibly buckled Calvin's lead leg, forcing him to stumble.

"Woo! That hurt," Calvin shouted, laughing through the pain. "Alright, I see you!"

Damon didn't let up, stepping in with a teep kick that sent Calvin back into the cage.

The pressure was relentless now. Damon threw a flurry of punches, each one precise, forcing Calvin to cover up.

A sharp elbow sliced through the defense, catching Calvin on the temple and drawing a gasp from the crowd.

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The clock ticked down, but Damon didn't let off the gas.

He faked high, then landed another brutal leg kick, causing Calvin to stumble once more.

The round ended with Damon stalking Calvin.

The crowd erupted as the horn sounded, both fighters returning to their corners.

Calvin shook his head, still grinning but clearly feeling the effects of Damon's onslaught.

"That was one hell of a way to close out the round," Nix said. "Damon Cross just made a statement, he's not here to play around."

Korvier added, "If Calvin can't find a way to stop that pressure, this fight won't last much longer."

In his corner, Damon sat calmly, breathing steadily as Victor leaned in to offer advice.

The momentum was his, and everyone in the arena could feel it.