MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 694: Quiet Days, Big Plans

The days that followed Damon’s win were calm, just regular life again.

The noise around him hadn’t died down, media outlets were still replaying clips and posting articles, but inside his home, things were quiet.

He stayed off interviews, ignored calls from reporters, and focused on his family.

Every morning started with Ava jumping on the bed, still waking up before anyone else, which Damon didn’t mind. He liked seeing her first.

Svetlana had already gone back to organizing things for the wedding. freewёbnoνel.com

Damon had tried to convince her to wait a little longer, maybe plan it slowly, but she wasn’t having it.

"We’ve waited long enough," she told him one morning while handing him coffee.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t want to. She looked happy talking about it, where it should be, what kind of dress, who to invite..

Even Victor seemed more relaxed. When he stopped by, he didn’t bring a gym bag or a clipboard. He brought coffee and asked how the plans were going.

At night, Damon spent more time lying on the couch with Ava asleep on his chest and Svetlana brushing through emails or guest lists.

Still, the gym was never too far from his mind. He knew what was coming. A title defense. Eventually, the Ivan fight. Maybe something bigger if the Supreme Fighter thing moved forward.

But for now, he had time. Time to be Damon, not the fighter, but just the man, the fiancé, the father.

And he liked that.

But finally, he and Svetlana agreed on a date.

The wedding would happen before the Supreme Fighter shooting started.

They had talked about it for days, going over schedules, locations, and whether it made sense.

Damon asked if she was sure, if she wasn’t pushing too hard to get it done quickly.

But Svetlana said she was happy to wait, and she meant it. She just wanted the day set. Something to look forward to.

Still, Damon could tell she was excited. He wasn’t going to lie, he was nervous. Not because he doubted her.

He just didn’t know what marriage would change. Would anything be different? Would things feel the same?

They were already living together, raising Ava, doing everything as a family.

He loved his relationship with Svetlana. It was one of the best things to ever happen in his life.

Not only had he found a beautiful and grounded woman, but he also gained a child he loved with everything in him.

Ava had changed him in ways he hadn’t expected. So had Svetlana. They were his anchor.

That’s why he didn’t let his nerves get in the way. Marriage wasn’t just a title, it was a step forward.

Something that would strengthen the family they’d already built. He was scared, sure, but it didn’t matter. He wanted this. All of it.

But Damon wasn’t dumb. He knew Joey too well.

There was definitely going to be some wild shit planned.

Not strip clubs, he was sure of that. Ashley would rip Joey in half if he even thought about it, and Joey knew better than to test her like that. Damon had no doubt that line wouldn’t be crossed.

But peaceful and wholesome? That wasn’t happening either.

Just thinking about it made him chuckle.

Then it made him pause.

He didn’t know exactly what Joey was cooking up, but it wasn’t going to be soft. That man knew every embarrassing moment from Damon’s early days, every misstep, every inside joke, and if he was in charge, those things were bound to resurface.

Damon leaned back on the couch and let out a quiet sigh. He wasn’t nervous about getting married.

He was nervous about the night before.

And somehow, that felt worse.

But with that peace of mind, he moved on with life.

The wedding was set. His family was happy. Training could wait a few more days. For once, there was no pressure.

But sitting still didn’t come naturally to him.

With nothing urgent on his plate, Damon found himself thinking about what came next, not in the house, but in the cage.

The climb had always been clear, get the belt, defend it, chase the next one. Now he had two.

In the UFA, the logical next step was to defend at middleweight. He owed that much to the division.

Letting it stagnate would only stir problems, and Damon didn’t want people saying he was holding it up. That part was simple.

But the other part, the itch in the back of his mind, was harder to ignore.

Other weight classes.

He had always been curious about that. How far up could he go? Could he take a heavyweight punch? Could he keep his speed against a slower giant?

It wasn’t ambition for the sake of ego. It was curiosity, the same thing that pushed him through every fight. He wanted to test limits. See where they cracked. See where they didn’t.

He leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his phone, half-listening to the faint noise of the TV.

A heavyweight bout was being replayed. Two massive men swinging for survival. Slower, but dangerous.

Damon watched in silence, thinking.

The system had made him a monster in his natural division. That much was clear. At middleweight, he was sharper, stronger, and faster than most.

But as he looked ahead, Damon realized something important, when he moved up to light heavyweight, the system hadn’t stopped scaling with him.

The power, the durability, even his fight IQ, everything followed him up. The only difference was that the first couple of fights felt a bit shaky.

New pace. New rhythm. Bigger frames. But once he adjusted, the results spoke for themselves.

Heavyweight was different. Bigger risks, but bigger rewards. The champion up there had been reigning for years, untouched, unshaken, almost untouchable.

Damon didn’t think it would be easy, but he also didn’t flinch at the idea. Fighting someone like that, with everything on the line, sounded like the kind of challenge he was built for.

There were also weight classes below, welterweight, lightweight but he didn’t even entertain those thoughts seriously. Could he make the weight? Maybe.

The system helped with maintenance, locking his body within the ideal range, even letting him eat more freely than most fighters could afford.

No drastic cuts and no constant dieting. But still, Damon remembered being skinny. That version of him was fast, sure, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t want to go back to that frame.

Not when he had grown into this one, filled out, strong, fully matured.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and muttered to himself, "I’m not shrinking down ever again."

For now, the path was simple. Defend the middleweight belt. Watch the other divisions. And when the moment was right, test the giants.

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