MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Kenji saw it, the moment Trevor's legs buckled and his balance shifted.

It was subtle, but the stumble after the hook was real. Trevor's eyes lost their focus, just for a second. That was enough.

Kenji didn't explode recklessly. He pressed forward like a man who understood pressure.

Trevor tried to circle out, arms high, but Kenji shadowed him step for step.

He launched a sharp jab that clipped Trevor's jaw, forcing him upright, then followed with a clean hook to the body that folded Trevor's left side.

The moment Trevor raised his elbow to protect the ribs, Kenji stepped through and fired a cross straight through the center.

Trevor's head snapped back.

He stumbled again, and this time his legs gave way. He dropped to a knee, hand posting on the canvas, trying to steady himself. The ref didn't step in. It wasn't over yet.

Kenji stayed poised. He didn't pounce blindly. He waited just half a second to confirm Trevor was trying to rise.

Then he moved.

Kenji closed the distance and Trevor, still dazed, instinctively shot for a low single-leg. It wasn't technical. It was survival.

Kenji felt the grip on his ankle but didn't panic. Damon had drilled this scenario with him.

Days ago, Kenji hated grappling. But Damon forced him to study it. Not to become a wrestler. Just to survive. To reverse. To punish.

He dropped his hips, sprawling with balance, planting one hand on Trevor's shoulder and the other posting on the mat.

Trevor tried to switch to a double-leg, but Kenji already circled his hips out. He pulled his leg free, staying heavy on Trevor's upper back.

Kenji framed the head, shoved it down, and swung his leg over Trevor's side.

He slipped to the back, not fully locking the position but enough to get behind. Trevor turned and tried to turtle up, but Kenji was already climbing.

He shoved Trevor's arm out of the way, then dropped his weight and sat down hard.

Now he was on top.

Trevor grabbed around Kenji's waist, trying to hold. But Kenji posted up and framed an elbow inside. He created space, pushed the head down, then broke the grip with a hip shift.

He took mount.

Trevor rolled, tried to buck, but Kenji adjusted. He stayed low, controlling the wrists. He wasn't rushing. He was picking his spots.

Then the shots came.

First a right hand to the cheek. Then a left. Not full power, but stiff. Measured. He aimed for the jaw, for the temple.

Trevor squirmed, tried to grab a wrist, but Kenji rotated and landed a clean elbow that opened a red welt on the forehead.

Kenji pressed the forearm down, flattened Trevor's posture, and punched again. Right hand, left elbow, then right again.

The impact echoed across the gym.

Trevor locked his arms to survive. He was still moving, still trying to recover, but Kenji's base was solid. He wasn't giving space.

Damon watched from the corner. He didn't yell. He just nodded.

Kenji had learned.

He wasn't a grappler. He didn't need to be.

But he knew what to do when the fight hit the mat.

He shifted his weight again and pinned Trevor's arm across his face, then rained down two clean hammerfists.

Trevor tried to roll again, but Kenji slid into half guard, staying heavy, keeping pressure.

Trevor tried to clamp down, maybe hoping for a stand-up.

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He postured just enough and landed another elbow. Then a short right hand. Then another.

Trevor covered up again. Kenji used that moment to slide his arm under the neck, threatening a head-and-arm choke.

It wasn't deep, but it made Trevor panic and push away, which gave Kenji room to sit up and punch again.

He threw a clean shot that smacked off the side of Trevor's head.

Blood from the earlier elbow started to drip now.

Trevor was still in it. Still moving. But he wasn't threatening.

And Kenji? He looked comfortable.

Damon crossed his arms and watched closely. This was no longer just a point fighter.

This was someone who had adapted.

The ref stepped in closer, watching the unanswered shots.

Kenji didn't go reckless. He kept pace. Elbow, right hand, hammerfist, pause, elbow.

Trevor finally managed to hook a leg and lock Kenji in place, forcing a slowdown. But it didn't matter.

The round was still going. The damage had been done.

Kenji stayed on top, pressing down, making Trevor carry his weight, chipping away with body shots now.

And Trevor's recovery window was shrinking.

Trevor's legs shifted again, desperate to trap Kenji in place, but the control wasn't there.

He was reacting now, not defending. Survival instincts only got him so far, and Kenji knew it.

Kenji posted up again, knees heavy on Trevor's hips, and fired a hard right hand. Then another.

The thud echoed off the canvas. Trevor's arms twitched, trying to cover up, but the punches were slicing through gaps in his defense.

Kenji flattened him out.

He slid one leg higher and dug his toes into the mat for base, then let loose.

Elbow. Elbow. Right hand. Elbow again.

Trevor groaned, hands still trying to move, but his reactions were delayed. Slower.

The ref stepped in closer.

"Trevor, fight back!"

Kenji didn't even look up. He stayed in the zone, adjusted his hips, and landed a clean left elbow that snapped Trevor's head to the side.

Damon didn't need to yell. He saw it too. The fight was closing.

Kenji kept going. Hammerfist. Elbow. Hammerfist. Short right. Another.

Trevor's arms dropped.

He turned halfway, trying to get his knees under him again, but his body didn't respond. His right arm hung loose. His face was streaked in red now. His breath came sharp, shallow.

Kenji shifted again, slid to the side, and framed for one last shot. He raised his elbow, twisted his body, and drove it down.

Smack.

That was it.

The ref dove in, waving his arms.

"Stop! That's it! It's over!"

Kenji froze, arms raised, heart thumping, as the horn blew. He sat back and exhaled.