Chapter 25: Submission

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Submission

Recalling a little bit of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Damon pushed Tim inside out of reflex, keeping him from getting the leverage he required to land a blow.

Tim grunted in frustration, his attempts to break free becoming more aggressive.

Damon's mind raced. He knew he had the knowledge, and the EMMAC System had provided him with the Guillotine Choke technique.

But knowing it and executing it in the heat of the moment were two very different things.

He had to time it perfectly, or Tim would slip away and gain the upper hand.

Tim suddenly shifted his weight, trying to pass Damon's guard.

Damon felt the pressure on his hips, and in a split second, he knew this was the moment.

As Tim moved to his side, Damon quickly wrapped his arms around Tim's neck, locking in the Guillotine Choke.

Damon's heart pounded as he tightened the grip, pulling Tim's head down toward his chest.

Tim immediately realized the danger and thrashed wildly, trying to escape.

Damon squeezed harder, every muscle in his body screaming in protest as he fought to maintain the hold.

For a moment, it seemed like Tim might break free. He used his strength to push against Damon's arms, creating just enough space to breathe.

Damon felt the choke loosening, and panic surged through him. But he couldn't afford to let go. He had to commit fully to the move.

With a burst of effort, Damon adjusted his position, shifting his hips to increase the pressure.

He arched his back, pulling Tim's neck tighter into the choke. Tim's movements became more frantic, his arms flailing as he tried to pry Damon's hands off. But Damon held firm, focusing all his energy on the Guillotine.

Tim's breathing became ragged, the strain evident in his eyes. Damon could feel the desperation in Tim's attempts to escape, but he knew he had the advantage now. The choke was in deep, and Tim was running out of options.

He was followed by a few people carrying a bucket of water, which they promptly poured over Tim's limp form.

The cold liquid splashed onto Tim's face, sending shockwaves through his body. He jolted awake, his eyes wide with confusion.

"What happened?" Tim stammered, his voice laced with disorientation.

He looked around, taking in the concerned faces surrounding him. Damon stood tall, a mixture of relief and amusement etched on his face.

Damon thought to himself, "It seems he forgot he was even fighting." The realization was almost comical. Tim's confusion was palpable, his eyes darting between Damon and the others as if searching for answers.

As Tim struggled to sit up, the water dripping from his hair and face, Damon couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

He had won the fight, and Tim's confusion only added to the sweetness of victory.

Joey's smile stretched wide as he clapped Damon on the back. "Good job, bro! You're a natural!"

Damon's eyes dropped, his fingers scratching the back of his head. "Just learned a few things on my own, you know? Had to."

Joey's gaze lingered, his expression thoughtful. Then, he nodded and turned to face the crowd. "Alright, folks! The event's wrapped up, and we've got a winner!"

His voice rose, booming across the makeshift arena. "THE EVENT HAS ENDED, MATCHES FINISH, NOW TO ANNOUNCE YOUR WINNER... DAAAAAMOOONN!!"

The crowd's response was immediate, a deafening roar that sent Damon's heart racing.

Cheers and applause thundered through the air, hands slapping together in a frenzied rhythm. Damon's face split into a wide grin, his arms shooting up in triumph.

Joey grabbed his hand, pumping it in congratulations. "Congrats, man! You earned it!"

As Damon basked in the adoration of the crowd, he felt a sense of validation wash over him. The noise swirled around him. People shouted his name, whistled, and stomped their feet.

Damon's chest swelled with pride, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and relief.

'I could get used to this'