Damon kept his pressure on, throwing another low kick to Randy's left leg.
Randy winced and tried to check the kick but was unable to fully defend.
Damon noticed Randy's movements slowing down and continued his strategy of targeting Randy's legs to weaken him.
Randy tried to adapt by mixing in some body shots and a few uppercuts.
Damon absorbed the blows and retaliated with an elbow strike, catching Randy off guard.
Randy was visibly hurt but pressed on, throwing a series of punches in an attempt to turn the tide.
Damon maintained his composure, using his Muay Thai stance to keep his balance and deliver precise strikes.
He threw another low kick, followed by a sharp knee to Randy's midsection.
Randy stumbled again, clearly struggling to keep up with Damon's relentless attacks.
As the round progressed, Damon's low kicks began to take their toll on Randy.
Randy's movements were slower, and his defense was becoming less effective.
Damon continued to exploit Randy's weaknesses, landing clean shots and staying out of range of Randy's punches.
He didn't throw any punches to Randy that made any damage or impact, this was his plan.
The round ended, and both fighters returned to their corners.
Damon was breathing steadily, his eyes focused and determined. Randy, on the other hand, looked exhausted and was limping slightly.
The break provided a chance for both fighters to recover, but Damon's strategy had clearly put him in a strong position.
As the fighters returned to their corners, the judges exchanged quick words, their eyes frequently shifting towards Damon.
Their murmurs were brief but focused, clearly paying close attention to his performance.
Damon sat on his stool, his breathing steady as he reviewed his strategy.
He smirked, confident that Randy would expect more leg kicks.
Damon was prepared to deliver just that, knowing it would keep Randy focused on them... hehehe
The ringside helpers moved in, taking away the stools and clearing the corners. The cage was readied for the next round.
Without warning, Damon launched another low kick.
Randy checked it again but winced. The damage to his legs was accumulating, and Damon could see it.
Even though Randy had adapted, his movement was slowing, his footwork less crisp.
Randy moved in again, throwing a feint with his left hand, followed by a quick right straight aimed at Damon's chest.
Damon stepped back but wasn't quick enough to avoid it fully. The punch landed, pushing Damon back into the cage.
Randy followed with a left hook to the body, but Damon covered up, absorbing the shot on his arm.
Randy tried to clinch, grabbing at Damon's head, but Damon quickly escaped, pushing Randy back with a shove to his chest.
Damon fired yet another low kick, this time targeting the outside of Randy's left leg again.
Randy gritted his teeth as the impact caused him to stumble, but he managed to stay on his feet.
Damon's eyes narrowed. He smirked again.
He could see that Randy was getting more comfortable with the leg kicks, but Damon wasn't done yet.
He threw another one, hard and fast. Randy checked it cleanly but looked uncomfortable.
Damon stepped forward again, throwing a quick fake jab, but instead of following with punches, he snapped yet another low kick to the inside of Randy's leg.
Randy winced, his leg visibly reddened from the repeated strikes.
Randy retaliated with a sharp one-two combination, his punches coming in fast.
Damon absorbed the first jab on his guard but caught the cross on his ribs. He stepped back, feeling the sting, but didn't flinch.
Damon stayed patient, staying on the outside, circling, always keeping Randy guessing. He wasn't ready to let his hands go just yet.
Or not, seeing him comfortable with the kicks, this was his chance.
Damon thought, "This is it."
He stepped back, feinting another low kick toward Randy's leg. Randy immediately lifted his leg to check it, just as Damon had expected.
Randy had learned Damon's pattern: every kick came without follow-up punches, or so he thought.
That split-second of predictability was all Damon needed.