MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 633: The Bulk of War

A few quiet months rolled by, and the world hadn't forgotten.

News had finally broken that Damon Cross and Jon Dlachovizc were officially set to run it back, this time in the light heavyweight division.

The rematch was signed, the date locked. Just two months away.

The announcement alone stirred up a storm across the combat sports world. But what really ignited the fire was the photo that followed.

Three days ago, Damon posted a single picture.

He stood shirtless in front of a tall mirror, his phone in one hand. The lighting was sharp, bouncing off the muscle that now filled his frame.

This wasn't the lean, cut Damon that ruled the middleweight ranks, this was something else.

His shoulders were thicker, his traps higher, his frame visibly denser. He looked like a different animal entirely.

Still the same face. Still the same stare.

But everything else had changed.

This was Damon Cross in light heavyweight form.

And it sent the internet into a frenzy.

The internet exploded with reactions the moment Damon Cross posted the photo. It wasn't just a picture, it was a statement. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He stood shirtless in front of the mirror, bulked up to light heavyweight size. His frame looked heavier, but his definition was still sharp. The transformation was impossible to ignore.

Fans and fighters alike flooded Chirper with reactions.

@KnockoutKev

Bruh… Damon looking like a linebacker. That ain't middleweight muscle anymore.

@MMAFanatic101

LHW Damon is a PROBLEM. Jon Dlachovizc better start praying now.

@FistTalks

He didn't bulk up, he evolved. Man looks like a fridge with abs.

@FightJunkie

Damon's new frame is crazy. Still lean, but thicker everywhere. This man ready to hurt someone.

@TheRealMMA

Cross looks like he eats light heavyweights for breakfast. How do you even clinch with that?

@BloodAndRounds

I don't see how Jon stops that pressure if Damon keeps the speed. Nightmare matchup.

@IrishPowerhouse

My boy carrying Ireland on his back AND 25 extra pounds of muscle.

@ChokeArtist

This is what a perfect fighter build looks like. Balance, size, composure. Cross is different.

@UFAInsights

The physique matches the mindset. Damon looks locked in. Fight of the year loading?

@GrindToGold

That's not bulking. That's controlled war weight.

@MMAin4K

His shadow probably cuts weight to make 205.

@VictorKnows

Damon Cross at 205? That cage just shrunk in half.

@BeltHunters

And people thought he might be undersized. Cross looks like he was always meant to be a LHW.

@TapoutDaily

That weight room wasn't ready for him. You can tell he took the move serious.

@HandsOfStone

Fuck 100 men Vs a Gorrilla, I take 1 Damon Vs 100 Gorrillas.

@SubmissionCity

If this dude kept all his cardio too… I don't see anyone at 205 touching him.

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The hype wasn't just about size. It was about what that size meant.

A dominant middleweight champion was coming to light heavyweight with momentum, confidence, and now, with the frame to match.

The MMA world had no choice but to take notice.

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Damon stood inside the cage with his headgear already strapped tight.

Across from him was a beast of a man, an experienced heavyweight from a nearby gym brought in specifically to test Damon's new frame.

The man stood at least 6'4", barrel-chested with thick legs and arms like pillars. His record wasn't legendary, but he had power, size, and no hesitation in pushing the pace. Perfect for this test.

Damon tapped his gloves together as Victor leaned on the fence, quietly observing.

No bell, no corners, just a long, brutal session to gauge where Damon stood now that he'd added over twenty pounds to his frame.

The big man started fast. He came forward with heavy pressure, stepping in behind a thudding jab.

Damon didn't retreat. Instead, he parried the jab and pivoted out with surprising ease, sliding across the mat as if the new weight had only made him smoother.

The big man stepped again, this time feinting the jab before whipping a hard body hook.

Damon blocked it with a tight elbow, then countered with a sharp low kick that chopped into the inside thigh.

It wasn't heavy, but it was fast, so fast the heavyweight didn't even react in time.

Victor spoke quietly to a coach nearby. "That's what I wanted to see. He's not dragging weight. He's using it."

The heavyweight surged forward again, this time launching a looping right hand.

Damon ducked under and came up on the outside, ripping a liver shot that made the big man grunt. It wasn't enough to drop him, but it made him reset.

Damon didn't let him.

He dashed forward with a feint to the body, then spun and delivered a back kick to the gut.

The heavyweight stumbled back two steps, catching himself on the cage. Damon didn't chase. He waited. Calm, still, studying.

The big man roared back in with a short burst jab, overhand, lead hook to the body, and this time clipped Damon's ribs. Damon nodded, acknowledging the shot. But his return was faster.

He whipped a jab-cross-hook combination so clean that the echo of glove-on-guard rang through the gym. The heavyweight covered up, backing into the fence again.

Damon dipped under another wild swing and circled out.

The heavyweight grunted and charged again, this time looking to bully Damon into the fence. But Damon's footwork didn't break.

He pivoted, ducked low, and snatched a single-leg, lifting and sweeping the back leg in one move. The heavyweight hit the mat with a heavy thud.

Damon didn't follow. He stood and backed off, hands up, waiting for the man to rise.

Victor's voice rang from outside. "Keep going. Don't let him rest."

The heavyweight pushed to his feet, breathing heavier now. Damon rolled his shoulders and stepped in again.

He slipped a lazy jab and launched a high kick that thudded into the arm. Even blocked, it pushed the man back.

Now Damon was moving more, switching stances, bouncing, slicing angles around the slower opponent.

The heavyweight tried to time him, to predict something, but Damon's rhythm changed constantly.

Right when it looked like Damon would circle again, he blitzed. A blur of hands came, jab, hook, uppercut, hook, elbow.

The heavyweight covered, blocked some, but the last elbow cut across his forehead, leaving a shallow scrape.

Damon stepped back, bouncing, light on his feet, not even breathing hard.

The big man stepped in again, slower now, trying to trap Damon against the cage.

Damon leaned in, whispered something too low to hear, then popped his head off the center line and landed a piston-like right straight down the middle. Sweat flew from the heavyweight's head as he stumbled back.

He stayed on his feet, but just barely.

Victor raised his hand. "Time."

Damon didn't move. He stayed in position until the heavyweight raised his gloves to signal he was done.

Only then did Damon lower his stance and walk back to the center, touching gloves.

Victor smiled. "That'll do."