MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Zulu stepped forward with his shoulders high and his stance tight, wasting no time in throwing his left kick across Chase's thigh.

The strike landed solid, turning Chase's stance.

Chase shook his head, flashing a grin, and answered with a spinning back kick that thumped against Zulu's forearm. Zulu didn't flinch.

He reset and fired a calf kick that chopped Chase's leg again, then followed with a straight right down the middle.

Chase swayed back, shoulder-rolling the punch, and snapped a jab in return, darting sideways.

Zulu pressed with his usual intensity, staying in Chase's face and throwing volume.

His jab pushed forward, his low kicks landed hard, and his right hand dug into Chase's body.

Chase kept mixing feints and bursts of flash, he twitched his shoulders, lifted his knee as if to throw a front kick, then spun into a wheel kick.

Zulu blocked most of it, but the speed forced him to reset.

They collided again, Zulu throwing a double jab into a looping right.

Chase ducked under and shot for a takedown. Zulu sprawled hard, digging underhooks.

The two wrestled against the fence, Chase switching levels and trying to chain into a single leg, while Zulu kept his hips heavy, throwing short uppercuts in tight.

Chase finally broke off, firing a sharp elbow on the exit that clipped Zulu's temple.

Zulu fired back instantly, slamming his shin into Chase's ribs and then chasing him down with a heavy left hook.

Chase ducked, came back with a slick spinning elbow, but Zulu pressed right through it, muscling him into the cage again.

This time Zulu worked his clinch, pulling Chase's head down and slamming knees into his body.

Chase blocked most with his forearm, but a couple thudded clean into his ribs.

Chase tried to shift the rhythm. He exploded upward, shoving off Zulu's chest and throwing a flying knee, but Zulu turned his hip and caught him midair, dumping him to the mat.

The impact rattled the canvas. Zulu landed inside guard and instantly dropped elbows, grinding his weight onto Chase's chest.

Chase kept his composure, throwing his legs high to threaten a triangle choke, but Zulu shoved them off, stacking him and hammering more shots.

Chase twisted his hips, shrimped out, and managed to create a scramble.

He shot back to his feet, eating a hard knee to the body on the way up.

Still, Chase fired a sharp counter left hand that snapped Zulu's head back. Zulu gritted through it and dug another calf kick, making Chase stumble.

The rhythm was clear now, Zulu's pressure, pace, and grinding volume against Chase's unpredictable bursts and deceptive timing.

Zulu charged in again, jab-cross-hook, and Chase ducked and rolled, slipping around to the side and blasting a body kick that echoed off Zulu's ribs.

Zulu answered with a stiff right hand that sent Chase stumbling back into the fence.

He followed, pinning him, landing heavy shots inside the clinch.

Chase squirmed free again, throwing another spinning kick on the break, but Zulu's forearms soaked it up.

Both men were already marked, Zulu's ribs red, Chase's leg swollen, their shoulders slick with sweat.

Neither slowed, both digging deeper, Zulu relying on his grind, Chase pulling tricks to stay in the fight.

Zulu pressed forward with the same raw aggression that defined him, dipping low and exploding with looping hooks that threatened to smash through Chase's guard.

Chase backpedaled, shoulders loose, tossing out a pawing jab and a half-spin feint with his back kick to disguise his movement.

Zulu didn't care for the showmanship, he bulldozed in, ducking his head and swinging wide, forcing Chase to circle.

Chase snapped back with a quick body jab, then darted out of range, his footwork switching stances every other step.

He flashed a spinning elbow that barely grazed Zulu's guard, but before Chase could reset, Zulu surged in.

He grabbed a body lock, slamming Chase against the cage with pure force, his forehead pressed into Chase's chin.

Chase tried to push off, but Zulu's grip was tight, and he dug knees into the thighs before throwing a short right uppercut that cracked against the ribs.

Chase adjusted, slipping under one of the knees and circling to take Zulu's back against the fence.

He dug for underhooks and slipped in a sharp elbow over the top, snapping Zulu's head sideways.

Zulu gritted his teeth, yanked Chase forward, and tripped him hard to the canvas with a quick inside leg reap.

Chase hit the ground but scrambled, kicking up and pushing his hips to create space. Zulu dove right back into half guard, punching his way in with hammerfists.

Chase's defense was tight, rolling with the shots and framing with his forearm across Zulu's neck.

He worked his butterfly hook in, shifting his hips, and with a strong push, he elevated Zulu and got back to his feet in one fluid motion.

Chase immediately threw a head kick off the reset, but Zulu dipped under it and lunged with a heavy right that crashed into Chase's shoulder and forced him back into the cage.

They tangled again, Zulu pressing chest-to-chest, grinding with short punches inside.

Chase slipped an elbow up the middle, then rotated his hips, breaking free.

He popped a sharp one-two and pivoted, showing the first flashes of the crisp style Damon had been waiting for.

His punches landed clean, but Zulu didn't flinch, he stormed forward, eating a body shot and landing a stiff right hand that thudded against Chase's ear.

Zulu chained it into a double-leg attempt, dropping levels and driving forward, but Chase sprawled just enough to force it into a scramble.

Zulu dragged at the legs, while Chase pushed down on his head, creating just enough distance to spin out.

They stood again, sweat glistening as they circled, both men breathing heavier now but neither slowing their pace.

Zulu pawed with his jab, then lunged in with a wild left hook that barely missed, followed by a right that clipped Chase across the chin.

Chase backed off, smirked, and then shot forward with a sharp jab-cross-hook combination, catching Zulu clean on the mouth.

Zulu answered instantly with another body lock, slamming Chase back into the cage.

He peppered hooks inside, digging into Chase's ribs as the round neared its final seconds, his relentless pressure unshaken.

Chase tried to push off and circle, but Zulu leaned on him, grinding with knees to the legs and short punches up top, smothering every attempt to escape.

The two exchanged heavy shots in the clinch, each refusing to give an inch as the round ticked down toward the close, the clash of their styles escalating with every second.