MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

The music faded, slow and steady, until only the quiet breeze and distant rustling of the ocean remained.

The guests took their seats without a sound. The chairs were arranged in perfect rows, white fabric brushing against shoes, sunlight stretching gently over the aisle.

Damon and Svetlana stood in front of the arch, surrounded by friends, family, and the quiet weight of everything they had shared to reach this point.

The officiant, a calm older man in a dark suit with a warm presence, stepped forward. He held a small black booklet in his hands and gave a soft nod to the couple before speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice steady and clear, "we are gathered here today to witness the union of Damon Cross and Svetlana Steele, not just in marriage, but in the promises that bind two people through the years ahead. This is not just a ceremony. It is a moment. A choice. A commitment between two people who have already walked through trials, who have already grown, and who now choose, freely, to continue growing together."

Damon kept his hands behind his back, breathing carefully, his eyes locked on Svetlana.

She was holding it together well, chin raised, hands relaxed by her sides, but her eyes were glassy. She gave a short blink and smiled faintly at him.

The officiant continued. "Marriage is not a finish line. It's not a fairytale ending. It is a living promise. One that asks for patience, for grace, and for resilience. It's built not only on joy, but on how two people carry one another when joy is harder to find."

He looked between them now. "Damon, Svetlana… before we continue, I'll ask, do you come here today freely, with full hearts, choosing to enter into this bond with one another?"

Svetlana answered softly, "I do."

Damon echoed, voice low but sure, "I do."

The officiant smiled. "Then we'll begin."

He took a small step back and gave the space over to the two of them. "You've chosen to write your own vows. Damon, you may go first."

Damon nodded once. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded note he had rewritten three times in the last month. He didn't open it. He looked at Svetlana instead.

And he started speaking.

Damon took a breath, the paper still in his hand, but he didn't unfold it.

He looked at Svetlana and gave a small shake of his head, half-smiling. "I wrote them down, but it doesn't feel right reading it."

The crowd chuckled softly. Svetlana tilted her head slightly, watching him, eyes already wet.

Damon steadied himself. "I've fought a lot of things in my life. People, moments, expectations… myself. But you've never been a fight. You were a calm I didn't think I deserved. You've always made everything feel clearer. Even when things were chaotic, I'd see you, and that was enough to settle me."

He swallowed hard, looked down once, then back up. "You're not just the love of my life. You're my peace. My reset. My reason to be better every single day. And I'm not perfect—I know I'm not—but I want you to know, every part of me that ever got better… it's because of you."

He started blinking more now, exhaling through his nose. "When we first met, I didn't expect anything. But somewhere between the small things and the big ones, I realized I never wanted to picture anything without you in it. And now I don't have to."

He glanced at her hands, then back up. "I promise to keep showing up. Not just when it's easy, but always. I promise to listen. To hold you when you're tired. To protect what we build. And to love you in a way that doesn't need proving—just living."

Svetlana's lips were tight as she held back a cry. Her chin wobbled. Damon stepped a little closer and held her hands, lowering his voice just enough that only she could feel the weight behind it.

"I promise to walk beside you, every step. As your partner. As your home. For however long we're lucky enough to be here."

The officiant gave him a quiet nod, but the moment belonged to them. Svetlana squeezed his hand once, steadying her breath.

"I love you," Damon said softly.

Svetlana wiped under her eye quickly and gave the faintest smile. Her turn.

Svetlana took a breath, steadying her hands in Damon's. Her voice came quiet at first, but clear.

"I used to think love was something you fell into," she began. "That it just happened, and you hoped it would hold. But with you, I learned that real love is something you choose—again and again."

She looked at Damon directly, her eyes full but steady. "You never made me feel like I had to change to be enough. You made me feel like I already was. You let me be strong without fear. Soft without shame. You gave me space to grow, and a reason to want to."

Svetlana glanced down for a second, her smile tightening with emotion. "You've seen every version of me—tired, stubborn, quiet, overwhelmed—and still you looked at me like I was something good. I didn't know how much I needed that until it was already part of my life."

She shook her head slightly, tears now slipping freely. "You made this life, this future—feel safe. And I don't mean easy. I mean steady. Honest. Worth every second."

Her fingers pressed gently into Damon's. "I promise to be beside you when you're sure of everything, and when you're not. I promise to fight for us, to laugh with you, to build with you, and to remind you, every single day, that you are loved without condition."

Svetlana's voice cracked as she finished. "You are my best friend. My home. And I am so, so proud to become your wife."

Damon couldn't help it, he pulled in a deep breath, lips tight, trying not to break again. The officiant gave them both a warm nod before speaking again, letting the weight of her words sit with the moment.

It was quiet, but full.