MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The crowd was waiting for the announcer to speak already, even though this wasn't the UFA, during the fight they had become attached to the fighters.

The announcer stepped forward, his voice cutting through the loud noise of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began,

"we have reached the moment you've all been waiting for. This is the official decision for the match between Damon Cross and Edward Whittaker."

The audience went silent, following his every word making sure they didn't even miss one word.

The announcer held up the scorecards, his face serious as he looked at the results.

"After three intense rounds of action," he continued, "we have the official scorecards. The judges have rendered their decision based on the performance of both fighters throughout the match."

He paused for a moment, letting the tension build up, any announcer knew how to utilize their words and timing.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, waiting for the announcement. The announcer looked at the scores, then at the fighters in the cage.

"The first judge scores the bout 29-28." he announced. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and murmurs.

"The second judge scores it 28-29." he said.

"And the third judge scores it 29-28."

The crowd's reaction was a mixture of cheers and applause, with some fans clearly pleased while others were still processing the news.

The announcer raised his microphone high. "Therefore, THE WINNER BY MAJORITY DECISION........

DAMON CROOOOSSSS!"

The crowd cheered as the announced yelled on the mic, creating a earbusting sound.

Damon's face showed a mix of relief and elation, a close win, he never wants to let the decision fall to the judges hands.

He dropped to his knees in the center of the cage, his arms pumping the air as he celebrated.

His fists clenched tightly, and he shouted in pride. The crowd cheered loudly, their support for Damon clear as day.

The commentators' voices were filled with excitement as they discussed the outcome.

Michael Bosley said, "What a finish! Damon Cross pulls out a victory by Majority decision after an exciting fight. It was a hard-fought battle from start to finish."

Daniel Greene added, "Absolutely. Both fighters gave it their all, but Damon's performance was just enough to edge out Edward. It's been an incredible night of action."

Announcer stepped back, allowing the fighters to enjoy their moment. "What a fight I've seen tonight," he mumbled to himself.

Edward stood at the edge of the cage, his face twisted in disappointment. He looked like he had. just been told his whole world was crashing down around him.

Damon could understand why Edward felt that way.

He had probably been given a second chance by Mr. Steele last time, and losing this fight must have hurt him deeply.

But Damon didn't have time to worry about Edward's feelings right now. He had just secured himself a great deal, and this was his big break.

He was still kneeling on the mat, his arms raised in victory, and a huge smile spreading across his face.

He couldn't wait to meet his new team and coaches.

He had never had the chance to spar with anyone before, so Mr. Steele's offer was a dream come true.

Damon felt like he was walking on air as he thought about all the improvements he would make in his training.

He would get to train with the best fighters in the world well thats what he hoped at least, learn new techniques outside the system, and improve his skills.

He would have access to top-notch facilities and equipment, and he would be able to focus on his fighting career without worrying about money.

Damon's smile grew even wider as he thought about his future. He knew that he had a long way to go, but just the feeling of each achievement was worth celebrating.

Damon shook the referee's hand and then shook the announcer's hand. He looked out at the crowd, staring around the room.

Edward had already left, but Damon didn't notice. Although the crowd was small, with fewer than 400 people, Damon closed his eyes and envisioned something bigger.

He envisioned 400 people becoming 40,000 fans.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having a huge crowd in front of him.

He could feel the energy of the crowd, the noise and the excitement.

He could see the faces of the people, all looking at him with admiration and respect.

But when he opened his eyes, the vision ended. The small crowd came back into focus.

However, the feeling of greatness he had experienced stayed alive in his heart.

Damon smiled, knowing that one day his vision would become a reality.

The crowd was still looking at him, waiting to see what he would do next. Damon smiled at them, thanking them for their support. Then, he turned and walked out of the cage.

The sound of the crowd faded away as Damon walked away.

The moment Damon got out of the hall, fresh air hit him, making him sigh in relief.

He walked towards his room, his feet carrying him on autopilot as his mind replayed the fight.

On the way, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around, and his eyes met Edward's.

"Ay man, great fight," Damon said, giving Edward a nod of respect. Edward shook his head, his eyes cast downward.

"Nah, it's all you, you were better," he started to say, but before he could continue, a voice interrupted them.

"You two." Damon and Edward turned to look at who was speaking. They saw Mr. Steele standing there, his signature look of a black suit and hair in a bun.

"After your shower, come see me in my office," Mr. Steele said, his voice firm but polite. "I'll see you, Edward, first."

He turned and started walking away, his heels clicking on the floor.

Then, he paused and turned back to them. "Congratulations on your win, Damon," he said with a small smile.

He continued on his way, leaving Damon and Edward standing there.

Damon watched Mr. Steele walk away, feeling a load of emotions.

He was excited to meet with Mr. Steele, but he was also nervous.