MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat
Chapter 656 - 656: The Light Heavyweight Collision

The arena lights dimmed, and the familiar voice of Deuce Baffer echoed through the speakers, capturing the attention of fans worldwide.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of the evening!"

"Five rounds in the UFA Light Heavyweight Division!"

"Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner..."

"This man is a mixed martial artist holding an undefeated professional record of 28 wins, no losses."

"He stands six feet two inches tall, weighing in at 205 pounds."

"Fighting out of Limerick, Ireland..."

"He is the undeafeated, undisputed reigning UFA Middleweight Champion..."

"Damon 'The Ronin' Cross!"

The crowd erupted as Damon Cross stepped forward, his gaze focused, absorbing the energy of the moment.

"And now introducing his opponent, fighting out of the red corner..."

"This man is a mixed martial artist holding a professional record of 21 wins, 1 loss, and 1 draw."

"He stands six feet three inches tall, weighing in at 205 pounds."

"Fighting out of Makhachkala, Dagestan, Russia..."

"He is the the number 2 ranked fighter in the division.."

"Negomid Nankalayev!"

The arena shook with anticipation as both fighters met in the center of the octagon, ready to clash in a battle that would determine supremacy in the light heavyweight division.

Damon bounced lightly on the balls of his feet as his name echoed through the arena.

His eyes locked onto Nankalayev across the octagon, taking in the imposing figure before him.

Nankalayev stood tall and composed, his expression unreadable, exuding a calm confidence that only came from years of experience.

In Damon's eyes, Nankalayev was the epitome of a well-rounded fighter.

His striking was precise and powerful, capable of ending fights with a single blow.

But it was his grappling that added another layer of danger; he could seamlessly transition from stand-up exchanges to takedowns, controlling opponents on the ground with relentless pressure.

He wasn't flashy, but he was efficient, methodical, and dangerous in every aspect of the fight game.

As the referee called them to the center for final instructions, Damon nodded to himself, acknowledging the challenge ahead.

This was the kind of opponent that tested every facet of a fighter's skill set. But Damon was ready.

He had prepared for this moment, and he welcomed the opportunity to prove himself against one of the division's best.

The anticipation in the arena was at its peak as the fighters touched gloves and returned to their corners.

The stage was set for an epic showdown between two elite warriors, each determined to leave with their hand raised in victory.

The commentators leaned forward in their seats as the cage door shut behind Damon and Nankalayev. The crowd was still buzzing, the energy crackling through the arena, but their voices carried clearly over the broadcast.

"Look at these two," one of them said, his tone steady, almost analytical. "Damon Cross, 28-0. One more win and he ties Khabib's undefeated streak. It's been a long time since we've seen someone this close to that mark."

His partner nodded, his eyes on the fighters as they circled each other. "Yeah, and he's doing it against a real challenge tonight. Nankalayev's not just a placeholder. He's got the kind of game that can break you if you're not careful."

They watched as Damon shifted his weight, light on his feet even as he sized up the bigger man across from him. "That's the thing about Damon," the first commentator continued. "It's not just the record, it's the way he's done it. He's moved up, he's taken on everyone they've put in front of him, and he's never looked out of place."

"True," the other commentator said, his voice thoughtful. "But Nankalayev is the first real test at light heavyweight. He's a monster, he's bigger, stronger, and he's used to fighting guys like this every time out. Damon's gonna have to be perfect."

They paused for a moment, letting the noise of the crowd swell around them, then the first commentator added, "This is what we watch for, though. Two guys at the top of their game, nothing to hide behind. Let's see if Damon's got one more in him."

The bell rang and Damon stepped out, calm but ready. He moved forward with his hands up, shoulders loose, eyes on Nankalayev. He kept his guard tight, checking every movement, not giving anything away.

Nankalayev started with a hard leg kick, but Damon blocked it and answered with a jab.

It was sharp and quick, enough to make Nankalayev adjust. Damon followed it with another jab and then a low kick, testing Nankalayev's reactions.

Nankalayev kept that tight guard, looking for counters. He moved in slowly, measuring Damon's distance.

He threw a stiff jab and a short right hand, both landing on Damon's arms. Damon took them and stepped back, not letting himself get caught in one spot.

He used his footwork well. He circled left and right, never crossing his feet, keeping his balance.

When Nankalayev tried to cut him off, Damon pivoted and stepped to the side, landing a quick body shot before moving again.

Damon's rhythm was good. He kept his jab in Nankalayev's face, mixing it with low kicks that landed on the thigh and side of the knee.

He didn't let Nankalayev get comfortable. When Nankalayev tried to close the distance, Damon used his short elbows and knees in the clinch. He didn't stay there long, just enough to score and then push away.

They kept exchanging. Nankalayev landed a solid cross that snapped Damon's head back, but Damon kept his guard up and answered with a hook to the body. He didn't overreact. He stayed calm and kept working.

Damon also used the Ghost Punch. He worked it in whenever he saw a small gap, mostly to the body.

He didn't load up or show it. It was fast and light, slipping past the guard and landing under the ribs.

He could feel it was working because Nankalayev started to lower his arms a little, trying to protect his body.

Nankalayev tried to change the pace. He went for a takedown, dropping his level.

Damon reacted fast, using his hips to stop it and pushing Nankalayev back with his arms.

He stepped out and threw a hard low kick that caught Nankalayev's leg and made him stumble for a second.

Damon didn't let him rest. He stepped in with a hook and an uppercut, both landing clean.

Nankalayev covered up, but Damon mixed it up, going high and low, short and long. He didn't rush. He picked his shots and moved out before Nankalayev could answer.

As the round went on, Damon kept the pressure.

He was faster and sharper. Nankalayev was still dangerous, still looking for big counters, but Damon didn't let him find the timing.

He stayed on his toes, worked his angles, and kept touching the body with that Ghost Punch.

It was a clean round for Damon. He didn't look rushed or out of place. He looked like he belonged in there with anyone, no matter the weight. And that was the statement he wanted to make.

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