MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Time seemed to fly by, and before they knew it, the day of their departure to LA was approaching fast.

With their minds set on the new adventure, Damon and Aoifei began to prepare for the big move.

They started by making trips to the local thrift shops, scouring the aisles for sturdy bags to pack their clothes and belongings.

With Damon's $1000 cash in hand, they didn't have to worry about the expenses of their move.

They could focus on finding the right bags and supplies to make their transition to LA as smooth as possible.

Damon stood in the parking lot, his body wet with sweat after a intense workout and training session with the punching bag.

He had taken the health elixir three days ago, and its effects were nothing short of miraculous.

His body had recovered to its full 100% condition, erasing all traces of the brutal fight he had endured.

As he caught his breath, Damon's mind wandered to his goal.

He had made a promise to himself to avoid looking at his reflection for a while, to see the results of the elixir for himself.

But it was proving to be a challenging task. Every time he walked past a window or a mirror, he felt an overwhelming urge to glance at his reflection.

His mind seemed to be working against him, tempting him to take a peek.

He remembered the countless times he had caught himself reaching for a mirror or window, only to stop himself just in time.

It was as if his mind was playing a game of tug-of-war with his willpower.

Damon's hands clenched into fists, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm thoughts.

Okay, maybe he was exaggerating this matter, after all, it wasn't that he couldn't look at his face, but it was his back that he couldn't.

The thought of seeing his reflection, of checking if the health elixir had truly worked its magic, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

As he made his way to the motel room, he had expectations. He hoped the elixir had worked.

Deep down, he already believed it did, why wouldn't it, after all, it was supposed to heal scars and wounds.

Damon's mind wandered back to the day he had taken the elixir.

He remembered the sensation of his body beginning to heal, the pain and discomfort slowly fading away.

He had felt like a new person, rejuvenated and refreshed. And now, he was eager to see if the elixir had also worked on his back.

As he approached the motel room, Damon's thoughts turned to the scars that marred his skin.

He had grown accustomed to living with them, but the thought of being free from them was exciting.

He imagined how it would feel to have smooth, unblemished skin, to be able to move without feeling the constant reminder of his past.

Damon's hand reached for the door handle, and he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He was almost afraid to look, afraid of being disappointed.

....

Damon gazed at his reflection in the mirror, taking in the changes that had occurred since he started taking care of himself.

His face was clear of acne, and his skin looked healthy and radiant.

He touched his cheeks, feeling the smooth texture of his skin.

It was a far cry from the rough, weathered complexion he had developed during his time on the streets.

As he examined his face, Damon realized that he didn't look as worn out as he used to.

His features seemed more defined, and his eyes appeared brighter.

He looked like a person who had finally found some stability and comfort in life.

The improvements in his hygiene and living situation had clearly made a significant impact on his appearance.

Damon's hands trembled as he pulled out his shirt, his heart racing with anticipation.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and slowly turned around.

He sighed, and opened his eyes, glancing at his back to check the results of the health elixir.

As his eyes scanned his back, he felt like he had been punched in the gut.

His eyes widened in shock, and his head began to spin, making him feel dizzy and disoriented.

He stumbled forward, his hands reaching out to grab onto something, anything, to steady himself.

His eyes locked onto the mirror in front of him, aind he turned to face it.

As he gazed into the mirror, he saw a face that took his breath away.

It was his child self

Staring back at him with a look of hope and innocence.

The scars, the wounds, the imperfections – all gone.

His skin was smooth, unblemished, and radiant.

He looked like a completely different person, one who had never known the hardships and struggles he had endured.

Damon's mind struggled to process what he was seeing.

He felt like he was dreaming, like this was all some kind of cruel joke.

He slid down to the floor, his back against the wall, and covered his eyes and ears, overwhelmed by the emotions flooding his body.

He couldn't bear to look at himself anymore.

Why

Why

'Why hasn't it gone away? Why is it still there?

The scar he had been so enthusiastic about removing about erasing his past.

It was still there trailing from his shoulder to his back, all that hope he held.

He had stayed with the scar for almost his life, so why was it bothering him now.

Maybe it was the thought of never healing. Maybe seeing that scar made him realize he won't ever escape the past. It was a part of him.

But why should he accept it, so much hope he held it, was the system playing a game with him.

Maybe the reason he is devastated was because he knew if that scar remained, it would cast a shadow on his future.

But what guaranteed that even after it was gone, his past couldn't haunt him.

'Scars... never heal do they?'