MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

A week and a few days passed. The festive season was in full swing.

Christmas was just around the corner, and the world seemed brighter with decorations and lights.

People rushed about with last-minute shopping, holiday music playing in every store.

For the holidays, Damon didn't have any big plans. He chose to spend Christmas with his mom at home, just like every other year.

In the middle of all the chaos, the thought of a quiet day with her, eating a meal together and taking it easy was enough to calm him down.

His opponent, Calvin Oland, had been unusually quiet. After his loud podcast appearance, mocking Damon and throwing shade, he had gone silent.

It was strange, but Damon didn't dwell on it too much. Trash talk wasn't his style anyway.

Even when talking about Oland on the post-match, he was just saying what he thought.

Meanwhile, Damon had been getting a lot of attention. Podcast invitations poured in from every direction, but he hadn't accepted any.

In fact, he'd never been on one in his life. It wasn't his thing. He preferred to stay under the radar and let his work do the talking.

Victor had suggested he consider attending one before the fight. Damon understood the reasoning, it would hype up the event and give fans more to talk about.

Damon had considered Victor's suggestion about the podcast.

It made sense to do one, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to step into that spotlight.

In the meantime, the fight tapes Victor had talked about finally got to Damon a week ago, and he didn't waste any time watching them.

Late at night, when the world was quiet, he binged through the tapes, carefully analyzing every move, every technique Calvin Oland had used in past fights.

It was tedious work, but Damon didn't mind.

He was beginning to enjoy studying opponents, breaking down their patterns, strengths, and weaknesses.

This time, though, there was a catch. Since he'd never met Oland in person, he couldn't use his system's [Fighter Breakdown]'s Scan function to scan him.

But Damon had discovered a loophole.

It was something he'd done before the [Fighter Breakdown] feature was unlocked.

He relied on the old-fashioned method of watching tapes, using them to recreate his opponent in a simulated environment.

Through the simulation, Damon could then scan the recreated Calvin Oland and unlock the details he needed.

It wasn't the most impressive method, but it was effective. It had worked for his last few opponents, and it worked now.

As Damon sat in his room, replaying the footage for the tenth time, he couldn't help but smirk.

Oland's strengths and weaknesses were now mapped out, and Damon knew exactly what to expect when the cage door closed.

[[Strengths]]

Calvin Oland is a dynamic and creative fighter, known for his unorthodox striking style, rooted in his 2nd-degree black belt in Kung Fu.

His long reach of 81 inches, combined with his 6'3" frame, allows him to control distance effectively using jabs, straight punches, and front kicks.

He is also a powerful and precise striker, capable of finishing fights with explosive techniques, as demonstrated by him knocking out an opponent from his back.

Beyond striking, Oland is a black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, making him dangerous in submission scenarios.

His mental toughness and cardio enable him to stay active throughout fights, even when under pressure or in later rounds.

Oland's willingness to take short-notice fights highlights his confidence in his conditioning and adaptability.

[[Weaknesses]]

Oland struggles against wrestlers who can exploit his takedown defense and control him on the ground.

This was evident in losses where he had difficulty escaping dominant positions.

While his creativity is a strength, it can sometimes lead to lapses in focus, especially when he prioritizes entertaining the crowd with trash-talking or flashy moves over strategic execution.

Defensively, he leaves openings during striking exchanges due to his aggressive style, making him vulnerable to pressure fighters who close the distance effectively.

Additionally, while skilled in grappling, Oland occasionally struggles to maintain control when in dominant positions, limiting his ability to capitalize fully on his ground game.

[[Tendencies]]

Oland is known for his mid-fight trash-talking, often engaging with opponents, referees, and even corner teams during fights.

This can distract opponents but has, at times, negatively impacted his focus.

His striking relies heavily on a wide, open stance, allowing him to throw punches and kicks from unpredictable angles, though this sometimes leaves him open to counters or takedowns.

He frequently looks for counter opportunities, using his timing and reach to punish overcommitted opponents.

On the ground, he is effective at landing strikes from unconventional positions, maintaining his offensive output even in disadvantageous scenarios.

Throughout fights, Oland remains composed and dangerous, always looking for a late finish if opportunities arise.

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Damon chuckled to himself as he reviewed the notes.

The more he watched Calvin Oland fight, the more he began to understand him.

Oland wasn't just trash-talking for show. It seemed like he was simply speaking his mind, even in the heat of battle.

Inside the octagon, a fighter's mind could be a chaotic place.

Thoughts raced, some deliberate, others unbidden.

For Oland, it felt like those thoughts just spilled out of him, a kind of stream-of-consciousness that made him unpredictable.

Sometimes, it worked to his advantage, rattling opponents and giving him the mental edge.

Other times, it backfired, distracting him and leaving openings.

Damon leaned back, smirking. He wasn't too concerned about Oland's unorthodox style.

The more he analyzed, the more confident he felt that he could take Oland anywhere, standing or on the ground.

His wrestling and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu had been improving rapidly, and he felt sharper than ever. As for his striking… well, that was where Damon truly thrived.

"Pfft, too good," he muttered to himself with a grin.

The addition of Taekwondo and Kickboxing to his arsenal had made his kicks downright dangerous.

He had tricks now, moves that he wouldn't show unless the moment called for them.

Kickboxing had added layers to his game, though Damon still believed Muay Thai was superior overall.

The clinch, elbows, knees, it all felt more brutal, more effective. But he didn't dismiss Kickboxing entirely.

Instead, he absorbed what it had to offer, refining it and blending it with his existing style.

Especially the punches.

Every discipline had something to teach, and Damon made sure to learn from each one.

As he sat there, watching Oland's weaknesses written down.

All he had to do was fully be prepared.