MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 699: Traced!?

Damon stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. The light flickered once before settling. He walked up to the mirror and got a clear look at the drawing.

It wasn’t just any sketch. It had shading. Detail. Whoever did this had way too much time and confidence.

He stared at his reflection. "Nah... this shit’s too accurate."

He turned the tap and splashed cold water onto his face. Then he grabbed the bar of soap, rubbed it hard in his palms, and scrubbed at his cheek.

The ink didn’t move. He switched to hand soap, squeezing out a thick glob and working it in circles, gritting his teeth as he applied pressure.

Still nothing.

"Come on," he muttered.

He opened the cabinet, found a random facewash someone had probably left behind, and tried again. Then switched to a rough towel, scrubbing until his cheek stung red.

It faded slightly, but the outline remained. Bold. Obnoxious. Ridiculous.

He leaned in closer to the mirror, squinting at the faint curve still showing. Whoever did this had a steady hand. Maybe even a ruler.

Damon splashed water again and gave up, patting his face dry. His cheek was raw, but the ghost of the image was still there, like a branding from the bachelor gods.

He looked at himself in the mirror one more time and muttered, "Yeah, I’m killing Joey."

Joey, still scrolling through the phone’s gallery, paused on a clip and sighed.

"Why do I feel like I’m gonna get blamed for all this?"

Victor glanced at him. "Didn’t you plan it?"

Joey shook his head. "Nah, Ash started the whole thing."

He leaned back, running a hand over his face.

"Haa... now I gotta explain to Ashley that her brother kicked it all off. She’s gonna think I dragged Damon into it... that drawing is funny, though."

Victor finished his water and set the bottle down. "That it is," he said with a slight smirk, still amused by the morning chaos.

Joey scrolled a bit more, then suddenly tapped the screen. "Oh—found something."

The video started shaky, someone recording with a laugh already in their throat.

The camera panned across a couch where two guys were passed out, both with ridiculous doodles on their foreheads, one had a badly drawn cat, the other had a cartoonish moustache and devil horns.

Then the camera turned toward a girl crouched by Damon, who was slumped in a chair with his head tilted back, mouth slightly open.

The girl looked at the camera and whispered, "I’m an artist."

She held up a black marker like it was a surgical tool and carefully started sketching the outline on Damon’s cheek.

Her concentration was dead serious, tongue poking out the side of her mouth as she added curves, lines, and detail like she was working on a mural.

At one point, someone off-camera whispered, "You tracing that?"

She paused, looked at them, and went, "No, I’m a professional. I eyeball everything."

Then she turned back to her work and added a little flourish at the top.

Joey started laughing, rewinding the video to replay that part. "Bro... she signed it! She gave the dick a signature!"

Victor shook his head, chuckling. "At least she’s passionate about her craft."

Joey looked over his shoulder at the bathroom. "You think Damon’s still in there trying to erase the Sistine Chapel off his face?"

Victor picked up his phone. "If he’s smart, he’s googling laser removal."

Damon walked back into the room, face still red from scrubbing but finally clean. He looked tired, annoyed, and barely holding himself together.

He saw Joey and Victor hunched over the phone, whispering like kids caught in a prank.

Joey leaned to Victor and said under his breath, "I’m just gonna lie and say they traced it... see how he reacts."

Damon spoke before either of them noticed him. "I’m back. You guys find anything?"

Joey jumped slightly, turning around with the guiltiest face he could fake. "Uh, nope. Nothing weird. Just... a lot of crowd shots. Some people dancing. Totally normal bachelor stuff."

Victor looked up, clearly enjoying the mess. "Yeah. Real classy night."

Damon walked up, eyes narrowed. Joey tried to hold his smile back, failing miserably. He fidgeted with the phone, acting like he was hiding evidence.

Damon tilted his head, raised a brow, then casually reached over and smacked Joey on the back of the head, not hard, but enough to make it sting.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought."

Joey winced and rubbed the spot. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For pretending I wouldn’t find out," Damon said. "And for enjoying it way too much."

Victor chuckled. "To be fair, the signature was impressive."

Damon just sat down on the couch and sighed. "Never drinking with you idiots again."

Victor laughed and threw an arm over Damon’s shoulder. "Now that’s no way to speak to your future father-in-law."

Damon gave him a long look. "Right. The same father-in-law who said, ’Go have fun, I’ll keep an eye on you so you don’t do something stupid.’"

Victor grinned. "And did you do something stupid?"

Damon pointed at his face. "I woke up with a detailed drawing of a dick on my cheek, Victor."

Joey snorted.

But before Victor could reply, Damon’s expression shifted. His eyes widened slightly as something clicked in his memory.

His phone.

Svetlana.

He had seen those missed calls right before it died, thirteen at the time. Who knew how many now?

He reached into his pocket, pulled the phone out, and stared at the black screen. Still dead. No chance of reviving it without a charger.

He sat back, letting out a short breath. "Shit..."

"Can I borrow your phone?" Damon asked, already reaching out his hand.

Victor handed it over without a word.

Damon turned and started walking toward a quieter part of the house, tapping in Svetlana’s number. As it began to ring, he glanced back at Joey.

"When I come back," Damon said, voice flat, "I want that video."

Joey raised both hands. "It’s cued up, I swear."

Damon didn’t respond. He just walked off, pressing the phone to his ear, bracing himself for whatever voice was waiting on the other side.

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