MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The matchups were set.

Russia vs. South Africa

Cuba vs. Ireland

Two fights that would determine the finalists.

But out of all the names remaining in the tournament, one fighter stood out, Enton Malikin.

A name that carried weight not just in Russia but across Asia.

Unlike the other fighters in this tournament, who had dominated their divisions in their respective promotions, Malikin had done something unheard of.

He didn't just win one championship.

He didn't just become a double champ like Collin NcGyver had in UFA.

No, Malikin held three titles simultaneously in Uno Champion, making history in a way few had ever done.

A triple champ.

A fighter who had proven time and time again that weight classes meant nothing to him.

A man whose power, skill, and relentless pace had sent some of the toughest fighters in the world crumbling under his pressure.

Now, he was here in the World MMA Tournament, and he was fighting to add yet another accolade to his already insane career.

And standing across from him was Decrus Deples Plesis.

A former UFA champion.

A man that South African fans believed was their greatest hope in MMA.

A fighter with cardio for days, an iron chin, and a relentless will to win.

This wasn't just a fight.

This was a war between two monsters.

On paper, the odds were stacked against DPP

His opponent, Enton Malikin, wasn't just a champion, he was the champion. A triple-crowned monster who had torn through every division he entered.

The sheer dominance he displayed in UNO0 Champion made people wonder why he wasn't in UFA already.

Against a man like that, what chance did DPP have?

The fans weren't kind in their assessment.

> "DPP is walking into a massacre. Malikin is just built different."

"This isn't even a fight; this is a public execution."

"Malikin is gonna dog-walk him, then he'll move on and face Damon in the finals."

It wasn't that DPP wasn't respected. He was a former UFA champion, a tough fighter with relentless pace and durability. But when standing next to Malikin, the difference in aura was clear. One was a well-rounded warrior. The other? A force of nature.

But while fans anticipated a Malikin vs. Damon final, Damon had his own mountain to climb.

Because standing across from him was Noal Rameiro.

A legend. A freak athlete. A man whose strength and explosiveness had defied logic for years.

Sure, he wasn't in his prime anymore. The younger, hungrier version of Noal would have been a nightmare matchup for anyone, Damon included.

But even now, even at this stage of his career, Rameiro wasn't an easy fight.

His movement, power, and durability were still there. Maybe he wasn't as fast as he once was, maybe his gas tank wasn't as limitless, but he was still an elite fighter.

Damon had nothing but respect for Noal Rameiro.

But at the same time, he wasn't thrilled about this fight.

Not because of the challenge, Damon welcomed challenges. It was because he wanted to face people at their best.

Prime vs. Prime. That's what mattered.

It wasn't about age. Primes came at different times for different fighters.

Some peaked early in their careers, running through everyone until their bodies broke down. Others found their rhythm later, building their skills over the years, sharpening their weapons until they became undeniable.

Damon had seen it firsthand. Fighters who looked unstoppable in their twenties but burned out fast. Others who didn't hit their stride until their thirties and ruled well past what people thought was possible.

For him, the best victories were against fighters in their absolute prime.

Taking down legends after their prime? It didn't sit right with him.

Was Noal Rameiro still dangerous? Yes.
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Could he still turn back the clock for one fight? Absolutely.

But was he the same force he used to be? No.

And that's what frustrated Damon.

People would always have excuses.

If he dominated, they'd say, "Well, Noal was past his best."

If the fight was close, they'd say, "Prime Noal would've killed him."

It was a lose-lose in the eyes of critics.

Damon wanted to beat the best version of a fighter. The one who still had everything. The one who hadn't lost a step. The one who didn't need to prove they still had it, because they already knew they did.

But that wasn't the reality here.

Damon exhaled, cracking his knuckles.

"Doesn't matter. He signed the contract. He's in the fight. That's all that matters now."

Prime or not, Noal Rameiro was standing in front of him.

And Damon Cross would make sure there was no doubt about the outcome.

As the event neared, the anticipation reached a fever pitch.

Tickets had already sold out, and every MMA discussion revolved around the upcoming matchups.

The semifinals of the World MMA Tournament were finally here.

For weeks, fans had been debating, predicting, and hyping up the remaining contenders. Now, it was time to see who would rise and who would fall.

The event was stacked, eight fights in total.

Four of them belonged to the tournament's semifinals, where the best from each country would fight to secure their place in the finals.

The other four fights were non-tournament matchups, designed to warm up the crowd and showcase rising talent. A mix of local prospects and international fighters looking to make a name for themselves in front of a global audience.

But make no mistake, everyone was here for the semifinals.

And at the top of the bill were two fights that had the world locked in.

DPP vs. Enton Malikin – Russia vs. South Africa. The former UFA Middleweight Champion against the Triple Champion from UNO Champ. A brutal clash between two world-class fighters with polar opposite styles.

Damon Cross vs. Noal Rameiro – Ireland vs. Cuba. The fight that had drawn massive attention, not just because of the names involved, but because of the narrative.

Would Damon prove he was ready for legendary status by taking out one of the most physically gifted fighters in history? Or would Noal silence the hype and remind everyone that experience and grit still ruled the sport?

And not to even forget the apology promised it had fans waiting.