MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 448: Predator and Prey

From the moment the fight began, it was clear that this wasn’t going to be a back-and-forth war.

This wasn’t a test of wills. It was a lesson. Damon Cross wasn’t just winning, he was bullying Shane Brickland.

Everything Shane was known for, everything that had made him the UFA middleweight champion, was being dismantled.

His relentless forward pressure? Useless. His high-volume jab that overwhelmed opponents? Negated.

His legendary durability and ability to walk through fire? Irrelevant.

Damon had a creepy sense of control over the cage. He blocked off angles and walked Shane down with complete confidence.

When Shane tried to set up his jab, Damon moved just out of range and easily countered with pinpoint precision.

A sharp right hand cracked against Shane’s nose, forcing his head back, and before he could reset, Damon punished him with a vicious leg kick.

Shane flinched but tried to step forward again, forcing his usual pressure game, only for another brutal kick to slam into his thigh.

The damage was adding up fast, his movement already beginning to slow.

The difference in skill was undeniable. Shane threw a combination, jab, jab, right straight, but Damon parried them all with ease, his eyes locked on his target.

Then he answered.

A left hook snapped into Shane’s temple, staggering him for the first time in the fight.

The crowd erupted, sensing the shift in momentum. Shane, the iron-willed pressure fighter, was breaking.

Damon didn’t let him recover. He stepped in closer, cutting off Shane’s escape, his presence alone suffocating.

The UFA champion’s famous composure was slipping, his movements growing more desperate as he tried to fire back, but Damon was too fast, too precise.

A sharp body kick dug into Shane’s ribs, forcing a grunt of pain as his guard instinctively lowered just slightly. That was all Damon needed.

A right hook crashed into Shane’s jaw with devastating force, sending him stumbling backward.

His legs wobbled, struggling to keep him upright, but Damon gave him no chance to recover.

He stepped forward, landing another clean left hand before Shane’s back even touched the cage.

The champion had nowhere to go, nothing left to answer with.

His instincts told him to clinch, to slow the assault, but Damon saw it coming and shoved him off before drilling another crushing right hand into his temple.

Shane’s body betrayed him. His knees buckled, his balance gone, and for the first time in a long time, Shane Brickland fell.

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He crashed onto the canvas, his arms weakly reaching to brace himself, but before he could even think about defending, Damon was already on him.

Damon followed him down, his body weight pressing into Shane’s chest as he postured up.

The moment was brief, but in it, the world seemed to pause.

There was no panic from Damon, no wild flurry.

His expression was calm, almost cold, as he picked his shot and drove a thunderous hammerfist straight into Shane’s face.

The impact snapped the champion’s head against the canvas. Shane’s body twitched, but Damon wasn’t done.

Another hammerfist.

And another.

Each one was brutal, precise, and final.

Shane barely moved, his arms failing to protect him.

His resistance was gone, his body shutting down under the relentless assault.

The referee saw enough and rushed in, grabbing Damon and pulling him away.

It was over.

Damon pushed himself off Shane’s limp body, standing tall as the referee waved off the fight.

The entire arena erupted, a deafening mix of cheers and shock. The UFA champion had been dominated. Not just beaten, obliterated.

Damon didn’t celebrate immediately. He exhaled slowly, looking down at Shane for a moment before stepping away.

The fight had been called, but the message had been delivered loud and clear.

He had just made a statement to the entire world.

The moment the referee waved off the fight, the arena erupted into absolute chaos.

The Irish fans, already passionate beyond measure, were losing their minds.

Even some American fans, stunned by what they had just witnessed, found themselves caught up in the sheer spectacle of it all.

Damon Cross had walked into this fight against a reigning UFA champion, and he had humiliated him.

Not just defeated him, demolished him. And now, as he stood tall over Shane Brickland’s battered form, the entire world was taking notice.

The commentators could barely keep up with the magnitude of what had just happened.

"What did we just witness?!" one of them shouted over the noise. "Damon Cross just ran through Shane Brickland like he wasn’t even a challenge! That wasn’t a fight, that was an execution!"

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen Shane Brickland manhandled like that!" the other commentator added, still in shock. "His entire game was shut down! Every single thing that makes Shane a great fighter, Damon neutralized it and made it look easy!"

Social media exploded within seconds. Even before Damon had left the cage, countless posts flooded the internet, clips of the knockout already being dissected, analyzed, and replayed frame by frame.

@MMAFanatic: HOLY SHIT. DAMON JUST BULLIED SHANE. A UFA CHAMP JUST GOT TREATED LIKE AN AMATEUR.

@FightTalkNow: Damon Cross didn’t just beat Shane Brickland. He ended him. This is the performance that will be talked about for YEARS.

@UFAInsider: If there was any doubt that Damon Cross is the best middleweight in the world, it’s GONE now. Give this man the title fight already.

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Even fighters and analysts were chiming in.

@JamesJonas: Y’all still think Damon ain’t THAT guy? Look at what he just did to a champ. Different breed.

Damon stood in the center of the octagon, his teammates surrounding him, their cheers drowned out by the deafening roar of the crowd.

Raising his hand, Damon took a deep breath, letting the moment settle in.

He had known this fight wouldn’t be his toughest challenge, but he hadn’t expected it to be this easy.

Shane Brickland was good, Damon wouldn’t deny that. He had the experience, the cardio, and a style that worked against most opponents.

He was a champion. But in the cage, in this fight, he didn’t feel like one. Not to Damon.

The gap in skill had been overwhelming or... underwhelming. It wasn’t just that Damon was better, it was how much better he was.

Shane hadn’t had a single moment of real success. Every jab, every feint, every attempt to establish control had been met with immediate resistance, countered and shut down before it could develop into anything meaningful.

Damon had dictated the fight from the very first second, walking Shane down, breaking him apart piece by piece.

The so-called UFA Middleweight Champion had been reduced to survival mode in under a round.

Looking down at Shane, who was still being attended to by the medics, Damon almost felt bad for him.

Almost.