Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Elimination V: Adapt and Overcome



Damon had to admit, he may have miscalculated. Bobby wasn't going to stand still like he had in the first round.

Clearly, Bobby had a plan of his own, one that involved more than just absorbing punishment. Damon needed to find a new strategy.

Adapt and improve. That was how fighters grew.

With Bobby locked in the clinch, Damon decided to use his Muay Thai advantage.

He threw a sharp elbow toward Bobby's temple. The strike glanced off, but it was enough to keep Bobby on the defensive.

Despite the pressure, Bobby wasn't struggling as much as Damon had expected.

Clearly, Bobby had some experience in the clinch too, but Damon was doing the most damage.

Damon fired off another knee to Bobby's midsection.

Each strike landed with a satisfying thud, and he could feel Bobby's body tighten with every hit.

He kept his grip tight on the back of Bobby's neck, controlling the pace, forcing him to react rather than attack.

Bobby, however, wasn't going down easily. He shifted his weight, trying to get his arms free to break Damon's grip.

Damon felt Bobby's strength as he wrestled for position, but he wasn't about to let go.

Instead, he pressed his forehead into Bobby's chest, maintaining control, and delivered another knee, this time targeting the inside of Bobby's thigh. Bobby winced.

Damon was getting into a rhythm now. But he couldn't get too comfortable.

He could feel Bobby trying to disrupt his control, shifting his hips, looking for a way to create space.

Damon had to think ahead, and he knew that the next move would decide whether he stayed on the offensive or let Bobby slip away.

He wasn't about to let that happen.

Another elbow followed, sharper, and aimed directly at Bobby's ear.

As they grappled, Damon focused on maintaining control, his grip tightening around the back of Bobby's neck.

He could feel Bobby's muscles tense, readying for a counterattack.

Then it hit him: he had noticed Bobby's reliance on his strength, and that could be his downfall.

The fighters erupted in a small cheers and claps, but all Damon could focus on was the execution of his strategy, a perfect blend of patience and opportunism.

As the referee rushed in to check on Bobby, Damon stepped back, his chest heaving with effort.

He raised his arms, soaking in the moment of victory, knowing he had turned the tide with a spectacular finish, he was sure watchers were going crazy over the finish.

Bobby lay on the canvas momentarily dazed, the fight abruptly concluded by a combination of skill and strategy.

Damon felt a rush of adrenaline, a sense of accomplishment.

As the referee declared the match over and raised Damon's hand, the clapping ended.

Damon made his way out of the cage, still pumped up with adrenaline.

He grabbed a water bottle, opening it, as he poured it over him self and took a long drink.

Spotting Kevin near the end of the fighters, he noticed his friend's wide grin. "Damn, bro, that was a crazy match!" Kevin exclaimed, awe on his voice.

Damon dapped him up, smirking. "Haha, what did you expect from yours truly?"

Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, better than mine at least. I won by decision. I need to step my game up."

"Don't worry about it too much," Damon reassured him as they walked toward the locker room, "After this, the coaches will pick their teams. I'm sure we'll all learn from them."

The last fight was already beginning or had begun as they slowly made their way to the locker room.

Entering the locker room, there wasn't a lot of people, a few fighters, sitting in a group chatting.

Kevin tossed a towel over to Damon, who caught it. "You think you'll get picked first? You really showed what you can do out there."

Damon shrugged, a modest smile on his face. "I hope so, but I'm sure there were other guys who performed better."

"Also, if that happens, I might end up with a target on my back, but I don't mind," Damon said, a smirk playing on his lips.

The thrill of competition ignited something in him, he welcomed the challenge.

Kevin chuckled, nodding his head. "Aight, I'm gonna bounce. Gonna catch the last match."

"See ya," Damon replied, giving him a friendly nod back as Kevin headed out.

Damon turned back to his locker, he took a deep breath, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, then began to unpack his gym bag.

He pulled out his clothes and laid them out neatly.