MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat - Chapter 805

Chapter 805: Chapter 805: The Fights Await

The news of the show wrapping up spread fast, and fans reacted in waves. For some, it was the moment they had been waiting on for weeks.

The house drama, the training clips, the eliminations, those were good for television, but everyone knew the real attraction came after.

Now, the anticipation was over. The fights were set.

Social media buzzed with posts, debates, and highlight reels from earlier episodes.

Forums filled with predictions, fans arguing over styles and game plans. Some celebrated their favorites making it to the finals, others felt robbed that their pick had fallen short.

But across the board, one feeling dominated, excitement.

The UFA’s marketing machine didn’t waste a second.

Posters went up online, countdowns appeared on every channel, and press releases confirmed the matchups.

It was no longer just a show; it was a live event, and everyone was ready to see who would rise under the bright lights.

The news of the show wrapping up spread fast, and fans reacted in waves.

For some, it was the moment they had been waiting on for weeks.

The house drama, the training clips, the eliminations, those were good for television, but everyone knew the real attraction came after.

Now, the anticipation was over. The fights were set.

Social media lit up, especially Chirper. Fans filled the app with reactions, predictions, and memes as the UFA finals trended worldwide.

@FightFanatic99: Damon vs Ivan is EVERYTHING I wanted. Coach rivalry straight into a real fight. #TUF #UFA

@MMAQueen: Damon looked like a killer this season. Calm, calculated, and still undefeated. Ivan better come correct. #CrossEra

@IrishLion23: Ivan been carrying that edge the whole show. Love him or hate him, he brings the fight every time. #TeamIvan

@CombatCorner: The season was wild, but let’s be honest, this finale is why we watched. Damon vs Ivan is the clash we NEED.

Other posts highlighted the entertainment side of the show:

> @RealityWatcher: Lowkey, this was the best season yet. The fights were fire, but the coaching drama? Chef’s kiss. #UFATUF

@BrawlerBro: Max vs Ronny AND Damon vs Ivan? We’re eating good, boys. Can’t wait for this card.

The UFA’s marketing machine leaned right into it.

Official posts shared fight posters, countdown videos, and training clips that hadn’t been shown on the main episodes. Every detail was designed to keep fans locked in.

For Damon and Ivan, the show had ended, but for the fans, it felt like the real story was only just beginning.

The days at home passed quickly. Damon split his time between family and the people closest to him.

He had dinners with friends, caught up with relatives, and spent long mornings with Svetlana and Eva, making up for the weeks lost during the show.

The reunions were welcome, but brief. Everyone knew he wouldn’t be home for long before the next stage of his journey began.

The most important visit came when he met with Victor again.

His mentor’s face carried the same pride it always did when Damon returned, but this time it was sharper, more urgent.

Victor didn’t waste words. He made it clear the break was over.

The finals were ahead, and camp had to begin immediately. Damon agreed without hesitation.

Training picked up with full intensity. Conditioning sessions returned to their familiar rhythm, sparring partners rotated in and out, and the focus shifted to sharpening the edges dulled by travel and filming.

Victor arranged a variety of looks, wrestlers to pressure Damon against the cage, strikers to test his timing, grapplers to pull him into deep waters.

Every round had purpose. Every drill carried weight.

The gym itself reflected the moment.

Fighters and staff worked with extra energy, knowing the spotlight on Damon brought attention to all of them.

Media hovered at the edges, waiting for quotes or glimpses of sessions, but Victor kept the distractions controlled.

Inside the walls, training came first. Everything else was noise.

Outside, the hype grew louder. Every post, every headline circled back to Damon and Ivan.

Fans debated who had the edge, analysts broke down their styles, and clips from the show replayed endlessly online.

The rivalry had become the centerpiece of the UFA’s marketing, and there was no escaping it.

Victor reminded Damon not to let it consume him. The only thing that mattered was preparation.

Damon took the advice to heart, settling into a calm focus. The pressure of expectation and the weight of the moment didn’t feel like a burden.

They felt like confirmation, that he was exactly where he needed to be.

As the days stacked into weeks, Damon carried that focus into every session.

The show was behind him. The fight was ahead. And with Victor by his side, the path forward was clear.

Another challenge Damon faced in camp wasn’t the sparring or the drills.

It was the cut. After moving up to light heavyweight for the show, he now had to return to middleweight.

Dropping back down to one-eighty-five was necessary, but it was a process he never enjoyed.

The diet tightened, the water intake shifted, and the long hours of cardio drained him in ways sparring never could.

Damon handled it with discipline, but every time he looked at the scale, he couldn’t hide his frustration.

In quieter moments, he admitted to himself how much he appreciated the system.

Its features had saved him from the worst part of the sport. When his weight was locked in, it stayed there.

No bloating up after fights, no dangerous yo-yo between training camps.

Without it, the grind would have been twice as hard, and the toll on his body even greater.

He thought about what it would be like if he had to do it the old way for every match.

The endless cutting, the stress, the damage it brought to fighters year after year. It made him respect those who fought without any shortcuts.

At the same time, it reminded him how lucky he was to have something that kept him sharp and ready, even through the punishment of a long career.

Still, the reality was in front of him. The next fight would be at middleweight, and no matter how much he disliked the process, he accepted it.

The cut was just another part of the job. Another sacrifice to be made before stepping into the cage.