MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Damon took a seat on the minibus, and soon enough, everyone else found their spots, quietly settling in.

As the bus rumbled forward, Damon leaned back in his seat and about to close his eyes, glancing around briefly to see that everyone else was minding their own business.

Seizing the moment, Damon decided to check out his system status, something he hadn't done in a while.

Making sure no one could see, he opened it discreetly.

Almost immediately, notifications began to ping in his head.

A new quest popped up, tied to The Supreme Fighter.

DING!!

[QUEST: The Supreme Fighter]

Task: Win the show and become the Supreme Fighter.

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Task 1: Get a spot in the house (Completed)

Reward: 50 Coins

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Task 2: Win the Round of 16 and make it to the Quarterfinals (Pending)

Reward: 100 Coins

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Task 3: Win the Quarterfinals and make it to the Semi-finals (Pending)

Reward: 500 Coins

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Task 4: Win the Semi-finals and make it to the Finals (Pending)

Reward: 1000 Coins

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Task 5: Win the Finals and become the Supreme Fighter (Pending)

Reward: System Feature (Simulation) and a UFA six-figure contract.

Damon's eyes widened as he read through the tasks, nearly gasping out loud but managing to hold it back.

The rewards were incredible, the sheer amount of Coins was more than he had ever imagined.

But what really caught his attention was the final reward: a system feature called Simulation and the UFA contract.

The contract made sense, it was what every fighter on the show was competing for, but what in the world was the Simulation feature?

It made Damon's mind race as he tried to figure out what it meant.

The system always had surprises, but this was something completely new.

Looking at it all, Damon reflected on how drastically his life had changed over the past two years.

From being homeless with his mother, struggling to get by, to now living in high-class hotels with everything he could ever want, even luxuries like a TV.

It was a life he never could've imagined before.

But despite all the comforts, Damon had never taken the time to sit back and relax.

He hadn't even watched a movie in all that time. The only thing that ever lit up that TV screen when he was sat there was UFA fights.

If he wasn't watching, he was training. Everything else, including pop culture, didn't even cross his mind.

'Maybe if I kept up with all that stuff, I'd know what the hell this 'Simulation' thing is, he thought to himself. Is it from a movie or something?'

Damon sighed.

'Well, I'll find out sooner or later', he thought.

'All I have to do is win the show'. Easier said than done, though.

He knew the competition was fierce, and as the competition continued, fighters would only get harder.

Sigh...

He looked around and noticed the other fighters had already started mingling, talking quietly among themselves.

Damon, however, wasn't in the mood for conversation.

As he tried to calm down, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. The sound of the bus engine filled his head.

'Just focus on the next step' he told himself. As the bus made its way to the house, Damon stayed quiet.

It didn't take long for the bus to finally arrive. Damon's nap was broken by the gentle rumble of the bus coming to a stop.

He sighed, realizing how good those short naps felt after a fight.

He was about to stretch when a tap on his shoulder snapped him back to the present.

He turned to see one of the fighters from his team. Damon tried to remember his name. "Thank you... Ivan," he said, finally recalling it.

Ivan was the fighter who had been picked right after him during the team selection.

Damon had also seen Ivan's fight.

The man was impressive.

He had won by knockout as well. While it wasn't as clean as Damon's high kick or Kofi's ragdolling dominating performance, it was still an impressive display, especially since Ivan's opponent had put up a real challenge.

Ivan nodded, his voice carrying a thick Russian accent. "No problem. We arrived."

Damon sat up, blinking away the last bit of drowsiness as he looked out the window. His eyes widened slightly.

'Damn, he thought, this isn't just a house... it's a damn villa.'

As they all stepped off the bus, the fighters were greeted by the sight of the massive villa before them.

The place was bigger than anything most of them had ever seen in person.

For guys like Damon, who came from humble beginnings, it was overwhelming.

For all of them, fighting had become the way to change their lives, and The Supreme Fighter offered that one chance to break into the UFA.

The sheer size of the villa made the group stand in awe.

Even though they knew they wouldn't be staying here forever, the thought crossed many of their minds;

'What if one day, this could be mine?'

They couldn't help but imagine what life would be like if they won it all, having a villa like this, the lifestyle, the attention, maybe even the women that would come with the success.

It was a dream they could taste.

But for now, they would just enjoy the moment, knowing this was the first step toward making those dreams a reality.

They grabbed their luggage, each fighter dragging their suitcases behind them as they made their way through the gate.

The wheels of the suitcases rumbled over the ground, along with the sounds of murmured conversations as they took it all in.

As they entered, Damon noticed the bus that had carried Team Chemasov parked nearby.

It didn't take long to realize what that meant, Team Chemasov had already arrived.

The two teams were about to share the same space, and the competition was about to get a little closer.

Damon knew the deal.

While everyone here was an adult, it was inevitable that some idiots would start drama for no real reason, maybe to boost their popularity or grab the audience's attention.

There were always those guys looking to stir up trouble.

He mentally prepared himself for the shit that was bound to unfold in the house.

Drama, egos, and unnecessary beef were all part of the game, especially with a show like The Supreme Fighter.

He knew he'd have to keep his head down and focus on what mattered, winning.

But still, if someone poked, then he would do the same... harder.