MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Chapter 814: The Lightweight Final I



The referee brought both fighters to the center of the cage. "Alright, gentlemen, this is three rounds in the lightweight division. Protect yourselves at all times, obey my commands at all times. Touch gloves if you want."

Max Taylor stepped forward instantly, touching gloves without hesitation.

Ronny McGregor tapped back with a calm nod, his eyes never leaving Max's.

They retreated to their corners, bouncing lightly as the ref signaled to the timekeeper.

"Ready? Ready? Let's fight!"

The bell rang, and the crowd roared.

Max came out fast, charging forward, his hands high and chin tucked. He threw a stiff jab, followed quickly by a right hand, forcing Ronny back toward the cage.

Jim Logan's voice jumped in. "Max coming forward right away, this is exactly what he does."

Ronny stayed composed, slipping to the side and firing back a sharp counter left, catching Max on the cheek.

Max didn't slow down. He grinned, nodded, and kept pressing, digging a kick to the body.

Damian Kormier chuckled into the mic. "That's Max. He eats one, and he's like, 'Alright, here's three back.'"

Max closed the distance again, throwing a wild hook that grazed Ronny's guard.

Ronny circled off, calm as ever, snapping another straight left down the middle. This time, it landed flush, sending Max's head back.

"Woah!" Nix exclaimed. "That's the danger right there, Ronny's timing on that left hand. He doesn't need much, just an opening."

Max blinked, shook it off, and barreled in again. He clinched Ronny against the fence, throwing short knees to the thigh.

Ronny defended well, framing with his arm, but Max's pressure kept him pinned.

Jim leaned forward, his tone rising. "Max is doing the right thing here, crowd him, don't give him space. If Ronny's comfortable at range, that left hand will light you up all night."

The ref warned them to keep working, and Max responded with a quick flurry in tight before Ronny slipped free, circling back to the center. The crowd cheered as the pace picked up.

Ronny feinted, baiting Max in, then fired a spinning back kick to the body that thudded loud enough for the front rows to hear.

Max grunted, but came right back with a jab-cross-hook that forced Ronny to shell up.

Damian's voice cracked with excitement. "Man, these guys are going after it! Max is relentless, but Ronny, he's picking those spots, waiting for the mistake."

The clock ticked past the two-minute mark, both men sweating under the lights.

Max swung big with another hook, but Ronny ducked under and landed a sharp uppercut that snapped Max's head up. The crowd gasped, some jumping to their feet.

"Big shot from Ronny!" Jim shouted. "That stunned him a little!"

Max stumbled back half a step, but quickly steadied himself, nodding at Ronny with a grin that said he wasn't going anywhere.

He charged again, throwing a heavy right hand that clipped Ronny's temple, forcing him to retreat for the first time.

"Ohhh!" Nix exclaimed. "Max landed clean, and now Ronny's on the back foot!"

The arena erupted as the round turned into a firefight, both men trading shots in the center of the cage.

The crowd was on their feet as Max poured forward again, his hands flying in threes and fours.

A jab-cross-hook, then a low kick for good measure.

Ronny slipped the first two, ate the hook, then snapped back with a counter right that cracked across Max's jaw.

"Man, Ronny is so sharp," Jim Logan called, his tone buzzing. "Every time Max gets reckless, he makes him pay."

But Max didn't slow down. He grinned through it, bobbed his head once, and fired right back with a flurry that had Ronny covering up near the fence.

Hooks to the body, uppercuts up the middle, straight shots breaking through the guard, Max was unleashing chaos.

Damian Kormier laughed in disbelief. "This is insane! Max just keeps throwing! He doesn't care if he gets hit, he's just dragging Ronny into a storm."

Ronny slid out, cool and composed, then suddenly stepped in with a slick combination, jab to the body, cross upstairs, and a perfectly timed left hand that landed flush on Max's chin.

Max staggered back, hands waving for Ronny to come forward.

"Ohhh, huge shot landed!" Nix barked. "Ronny dropped that left right on the button, but Max is still in it!"

The crowd roared as Max steadied himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove before storming back into range.

He traded shot for shot, his hands throwing six-punch combinations that weren't all clean but kept Ronny guessing.

Ronny fired back precise bombs, catching Max again with a spinning back fist and a tight left hook as the round came to a close.

The horn sounded, and the fighters returned to their corners, both breathing hard.

Jim Logan leaned back, still shaking his head. "What a round! Max with insane volume, Ronny with laser counters. That was everything we hoped it would be."

Damian grinned wide. "This is a fight, man. Max is chaos, but Ronny's picking his spots, and when he lands, they're nasty."

Nix summed it up cleanly. "Round one was pressure versus precision. Max threw more, Ronny landed cleaner. Round two is going to tell us everything about how this fight goes."

In their corners, the difference was clear.

Victor leaned over Max, wiping sweat from his fighter's brow. "Keep pushing, Max. Don't let him breathe. But tighten it up, don't chase the head, rip that body, make him feel it. He's waiting on you to overextend, don't give him clean counters."

Max nodded furiously, chest heaving, his eyes wild but focused. "I got him, coach. I got him."

Across the cage, Ronny's corner was calmer. His coach pressed an ice pack to his chest, voice steady. "Stay patient. Don't brawl. Touch him, touch him, then put the left straight down the middle. He's wide open. He'll drown himself, make him pay every time."

Ronny gave a small nod, eyes locked forward, his breathing controlled.

The horn sounded, and both corners cleared. The crowd came alive again.

"Round two!"


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