MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

As soon as they stepped into the villa, the yelling and shouting became unmistakable, echoing through the hallways like thunder.

"You fucking pussy, you're a snake, you're the reason my brother lost, you motherfucker!" a voice screamed, raw with anger.

Another voice fired back, calmer but the threat wasn't missed, "Ayy, be careful what you say, my guy, or you'll end up like your brother… toothless."

"I dare you, bitch!" The first voice erupted again, louder this time. "I would kill your bitch ass, you fucking snake! You wanna know what we do to snakes in Florida!"

Damon furrowed his brow, recognizing the voices instantly.

Brian and Kevin. But why on earth would those two be going at each other like this? Curiosity took over, and Damon found himself stepping toward the source of the chaos.

Behind him, one of the guys snickered. "Teammates arguing? Man, that's never a good sign."

Miles, always ready with a joke, grinned. "They're probably just figuring out whose fault it is they suck."

"Or maybe Brian's just mad 'cause his brother got wrecked," Dylan quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the rest of the team.

Damon ignored the jokes and stepped closer to where the shouting continued, trying to piece together why Brian and Kevin, two people who hadn't seemed to have much of an issue before, were suddenly at each other's throats.

Especially when Damon was the one who had defeated Logan, and Kevin had been more of an acquaintance than a true friend.

The whole situation felt strange, and it only deepened Damon's curiosity.

Why was Brian losing it? Why was Kevin the target of his anger?

From what Damon could piece together, it looked like Brian wasn't just upset about Logan's loss, he was placing the blame on others.

Maybe Brian needed a scapegoat, someone to direct his rage toward, and Kevin, for some reason, seemed to be that person.

Damon couldn't help but shake his head. Blaming someone else for his brother's defeat?

It didn't make much sense, but then again, in a place where emotions were always running high, logic wasn't always in control.

And Damon could attest to how quickly things could spiral out of control, his own beef with Logan had started for similar reasons.

Logan had said something that struck a nerve, something that obviously provoked him.

Even if Logan didn't know about Damon's trauma with his abusive father, the way Damon reacted made it seem like Logan had hit that wound intentionally.

Damon knew he could've avoided it. He could've shrugged it off, but instead, he let his emotions take over.

That was all in the past now, though. He had moved on, he had won. Continue reading on m v l e mpyr

As he made his way to the backyard, the tension between Brian and Kevin pulled at his attention.

Whatever was brewing between them, it was definitely getting heated.

Damon wasn't exactly eager to dive into someone else's drama, but he was curious enough to see what had them at each other's throats.

When Damon stepped into the backyard, the scene was chaos.

Team Chemasov's fighters were busy trying to calm down their own teammates, with Brian and Kevin at the center of the yelling.

Despite all the commotion, there was one person who wasn't part of the mess, Kofi.

He was sitting calmly under a gazebo, watching the drama unfold as if it were a mildly entertaining TV show.

Kofi noticed Damon the second he walked outside.

Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, it felt like the chaos around them didn't exist.

Kofi glanced at the heated argument, then back at Damon, smiling and shrugging, as if to say, "Not my problem."

That smile, that casual shrug, it didn't sit well with Damon. Something about Kofi's easygoing demeanor felt off.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but every time he was around Kofi, it made his skin crawl just a little.

Damon watched as Team Chemasov struggled to keep Brian in check, but the anger in his voice cut through the night.

"You think you're tough, huh? Acting all innocent now?" Brian spat, his face flushed with rage. "You've been plotting against my brother from the start, you two-faced asshole!"

Kevin stood his ground, his expression calm but cold. "You're delusional, Brian. Logan lost because he couldn't handle the fight, plain and simple."

Brian pointed a finger at Kevin, his voice rising. "You sabotaged him! Don't act like you're some saint. You've been jealous since day one, and now you're throwing him under the bus!"

Another Chemasov teammate stepped in, trying to reason with him. "Brian, come on, man. This ain't helping anyone."

But Brian wasn't having it. "Shut the fuck up! This is between me and him. He's been a snake, and I'm not letting it slide."

Kevin let out a short laugh. "You're making excuses for your brother because you can't face the truth. You're just as weak as he is."

Brian's face twisted with fury, but before he could lunge at Kevin, more of his teammates grabbed him, pulling him back as he shouted, "You better sleep with one eye open, you fucking coward! I'm not done with you yet!"

As soon as Brian spotted Damon, his eyes lit with a fresh wave of anger. He broke free from his teammates' hold and stormed over, his steps heavy with aggression.

"YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" Brian shouted, pointing directly at Damon. "LOOK AT YOU, STANDING THERE LIKE YOU'RE SOMETHING. YOU AND YOUR LITTLE BITCH FRIEND, CHEATING MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DIDN'T EVEN WIN THAT FIGHT FAIR!"

Damon didn't flinch. His gaze met Brian's, steady and cold.

His hands remained at his sides, but the tension in his body told a different story.

"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night, Brian?" Damon said calmly, his voice low but firm. "Your brother lost because I outclassed him. Plain and simple."

Brian's face turned red with rage. He stepped even closer, so close their faces were almost touching. "You fucking think you're something special, huh? You think this shit's over?"

Kofi, under the gazebo, his grin wide and unbothered, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding in front of him.

His eyes lit up in amusement as he watched the heated exchange between Damon and Brian.

He casually leaned back, arms stretched across the back of the bench, as if he was watching a live performance rather than a team fight on the verge of breaking out.

Every now and then, Kofi would glance at Damon, that grin never fading.

It was almost like he thrived on the chaos, as if he enjoyed watching his competition tear each other apart.

He didn't say a word, just sat there, silently taking it all in, entertained by the whole situation.

When Brian's teammate finally pulled him away, Kofi chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly as though the whole thing was a joke.

He caught Damon's eye for a second, gave a small nod, and then went back to sitting like a king watching his court fall apart.

And again, Damon couldn't quite put into words, Kofi's grin didn't sit well with him.

It was too knowing, too smug, and it made Damon's blood run a little hotter.