MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Damon had outlined his opponent's weaknesses and strengths with surgical precision.

His strengths were straightforward: elite wrestling and dangerous submissions.

The man was relentless on the ground, and that was where he thrived. Damon respected that.

But his weaknesses? They were just as clear-cut.

Awkward striking, bad striking, really, and a tendency to get knocked out when forced into prolonged exchanges on the feet.

Still, the man was mentally tough. He didn't crumble under pressure.

That was something Damon couldn't underestimate.

But what made Damon truly smile as he reviewed the tapes, with his system confirming it, was his opponent's tendencies.

He heavily relied on his wrestling. It was his bread and butter, and against weaker grapplers, it worked brilliantly.

But when facing better wrestlers, those who could neutralize his takedowns, he was forced to strike, and that's when he faltered.

Damon leaned back, replaying the sequences in his mind.

His opponent's striking was awkward and mechanical, almost desperate when the wrestling wasn't working.

Then there was the chain wrestling.

Whenever his opponent failed a takedown attempt, he didn't just stop, he chained together one attempt after another, trying to overwhelm his opponent with sheer persistence.

While effective against the unprepared, it made him predictable.

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"A knee lift… right when he shoots," he muttered to himself. "That could be it."

It was a simple plan, but effective. Timing would be everything, and if executed properly, it could end the fight in a single, devastating blow.

But just as he had said before, Damon wanted to face his opponent at their best, in the area where they excelled.

He didn't want an easy win; he wanted a complete fight.

The thought of testing his wrestling offense against a seasoned grappler like Jake Armansson excited him.

It wasn't something he had gotten the chance to truly test in real matches, only in the simulation.

Speaking of the simulation, Damon had already dominated Jake in every striking scenario.

It became predictable, almost boring.

The simulation had Jake backing up, throwing those awkward punches, and Damon would pick him apart with precision.

But where was the fun in that?

The fight was getting closer, and Damon could feel the anticipation building.

Luckily, there was no need to travel overseas for this one.

The fight was taking place at UFA Extreme, a smaller venue that served as a proving ground for up-and-coming fighters or established names looking to climb higher in the ranks.

Held in Las Vegas, UFA Extreme was known for its intimate atmosphere, with little to no fans.

The best part?

No need for international flights or long-distance travel.

It was only a little over a four-hour drive from Los Angeles to Vegas, a straightforward trip.

That meant no exhausting flight preparations, no dealing with time zone changes, and no jet lag. Just pure focus on the fight.

Damon liked that. It allowed him to stay in his routine, train at the gym in LA, and spend time with his mother before hitting the road.

While Damon had media obligations to fulfill, like the pre-fight conference, they were much rarer for Fight Night events.

There was even a chance the conference wouldn't happen at all, given how UFA prioritized bigger pay-per-view cards for such promotions.

But even if the conference did happen, Damon wasn't expecting any fireworks, at least not related to his fight.

Jake Armansson was known for being a good sport and a humble competitor.

He wasn't the type to stir the pot or throw verbal jabs to sell a fight.

And Damon? Well, trash-talking wasn't his style either. He preferred to let his skills in the octagon do the talking.

Because of that, Damon didn't expect the UFA to pour much marketing effort into this particular event.

Without any heated exchanges or dramatic rivalries, it lacked the flashy appeal that typically sold fights to the masses.

Still, that was fine by Damon.

He didn't need drama to bring attention on him.

The fans, the UFA, everyone would see what he brought to the table.

They would see that he wasn't just another striker with knockout power, but a well-rounded fighter who could adapt, evolve, and dominate in any area of the game.

When they realized he could grapple, and not just survive, but dominate, a pure grappler like Jake Armansson, they would understand his true value.

For all that was worth, Damon also knew one thing: after this fight, he had to take a break.

He had been pushing himself hard—too hard.

But this year, he also had big plans. He wanted to fight as many fights as he could, stacking up wins.

Seeing his record climb past 10 victories before the year ended wasn't just a goal; it was an obsession.

He was sure that by the end of the year, he'd be in the conversation, one of the fighters chasing a title shot.

The middleweight division was in flux, especially with a new champion like Shane Brickland.

The shakeup would flush out some of the top 10, opening up opportunities for rising contenders.

And Damon planned to be one of those contenders.

He knew the nature of championships in MMA. Rarely did a title stay long in one place, especially in the heavier divisions.

Champions were constantly hunted, every fight a grueling test against elite opponents.

Unless, of course, the champion was a duck, a fighter who avoided dangerous matchups and cherry-picked defenses.

But Damon wasn't worried about that. He just needed to climb the ladder and be ready when his chance came.

Hopefully, the future held great news, but Damon knew he couldn't afford to get ahead of himself.

Each fight was a step, and every step required focus, discipline, and precision.

His next objective was Jake Armansson, a formidable grappler whose elite wrestling and submissions posed a real threat.

Damon had studied, trained, and simulated countless scenarios to prepare for this fight.

He knew what he had to do.

What he wanted to do.

He had a lot of ambitions for his career.

But first, there was Jake.

The rest would come later.