MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 637: A Test Above

637 Chapter 637: A Test Above

The fight between Damon and Jon Dlachovizc was the talk of the MMA house.

Everyone there knew this wasn't just another bout, it was Damon's first time stepping into the light heavyweight division. The anticipation was electric.

Damon had already laid waste to the middleweight class.

If he could do the same to the light heavyweight division, it would be an absolute statement to his legacy, his skills, and his relentless determination to conquer the sport.

Even the sparring partners and trainers couldn't help but discuss it.

Every detail was debated: Jon's power, Damon's speed, the new weight.

It was all on the table, but in the end, everyone knew one thing, this fight was going to show if Damon could truly become a two-division champion.

The only thing left was the weigh-in and the ceremonial face-off. Damon had done everything in his power to prepare, and the atmosphere around the gym was electric with anticipation.

Even with his experience and confidence, he knew he wouldn't be able to use some of his system abilities this time.

The King of the Cage Eye, an ability that allowed him to see and feel everything in the cage, almost like a second set of senses, could only be used in a title fight.

Despite being a champion in the middleweight division, this was a non-title bout in a new weight class, and the system didn't bend its rules. He would be going in without one of his sharpest tools.

But Damon didn't mind. In a way, he welcomed the challenge.

And to be fair to himself, it wasn't like he needed it. He had gotten this far by skill and his own ability to fight.

Damon knew the system had given him tools, but it wasn't what made him a champion.

He didn't care that he couldn't use everything in this fight. He didn't care that he was stepping into a heavier division without his full arsenal.

All that mattered was that he was here, ready to prove that he didn't need to lean on anything except his own grit and power.

This was about his legacy, his name, and the belief that he had always carried in his heart.

And many fans were split on who would win. Chirper was buzzing with predictions and debates, the posts coming in rapid fire:

@MMAFanatic13: Damon's gonna steamroll Jon. No question. #CrossEra #LightHeavyweightDebut

@IrishHammer: I've never seen Damon lose focus. This is his fight to win, trust me.

@HeavyHandsJon: Jon's a tank though, can Damon really handle that power?

@SpeedKills: Damon's speed is too much for any light heavyweight. He's gonna shock the division.

@FightNightJunkie: This is the first time I'm actually worried for Damon. Jon's not just big, he's smart and patient. Could be tough.

@CrossEraBeliever: Damon's a beast, but Jon's chin is legendary. Can't wait to see what happens!

@MatSideMurmurs: Damon's earned it. New weight, same killer instinct.

@UndergroundTalk: Damon's got heart, but Jon's experience at 205 is no joke. Might be a long night.

@ChinCheckCentral: I'm calling it now: Jon by decision. Damon's good, but size matters.

@KnockoutKing: Damon's going to shut everyone up again. Watch.

The closer the weigh-ins got, the more the fans split down the middle.

Some were sure Damon would carry his power and precision up a weight class. Others weren't so sure.

This wasn't a title fight, but everyone watching knew it felt like one.

Damon walked around his house at that moment, his mind elsewhere. He was thinking about what Victor had offered him.

Mollywood offering him a role in a movie was big. It wasn't the sort of thing that came around often.

Not so long ago, he had been thinking about how this sport was niche, how fighters rarely broke through the realm of mainstream fame.

People knew who you were inside the cage, but outside of it? That was different.

Fighters didn't get the same respect as movie stars or musicians. But this role it could change that.

Damon paced slowly, glancing at the script Victor had sent over. He knew that as a champion, both in the UFA and in the World MMA Tournament, he was in a unique position.

If he could bring more eyes to the sport by stepping into that spotlight, it would be a good thing.

It would be Collin NcGyver all over again, the kind of attention that made the whole world pay attention.

He stopped in the living room, letting out a long breath. He didn't know if he even wanted to be in movies.

But he knew he wanted to bring more respect and more fans to MMA. And this was a chance to do just that.

He would probably open more doors for other fighters too.

If he made the leap and did it right, it wouldn't just be about him, it would set a new standard for what MMA athletes could achieve outside of the cage.

He dropped onto the couch and leaned back, the script still in his hand.

Damon's mind was already racing with ideas, but for now, he let himself relax, closing his eyes and letting the thought settle.

He had to focus on his fight. The weigh-ins were close, and he couldn't let his mind drift too far from the task at hand.

Before he could think too much about the movie role, though, he heard crying coming from the bathroom.

He sighed as he heard Svetlana's voice, gentle but tired. "Ava, I know. I'm just trying to wash you," she said, her patience wearing thin but still there.

Damon leaned forward on the couch, listening to the sounds of his daughter's small protests.

He stood up, going to help. Even though she was just one year old, Ava was already starting to get rebellious in her own little way.

Damon walked down the hall, already hearing Svetlana's gentle coaxing mixed with Ava's stubborn wails.

Waaa

He paused at the bathroom door, ready to help calm the chaos.