MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

After Ivan's better striking, Brian knew he couldn't win the stand-up battle, which changed the momentum.

Ivan's defense was too tight, his punches too sharp, and every time Brian tried to deliver a big blow, he was countered.

It was time to change the game plan.

Without hesitation, Brian faked a jab, forcing Ivan to react, then quickly shot in for a single-leg takedown.

His head ducked low as he wrapped his arms around Ivan's leg, driving forward with all his strength.

Ivan, caught off guard by the sudden switch in tactics, instinctively sprawled, pushing his hips back and using his weight to defend against the takedown.

Brian's grip tightened as he pushed forward, trying to complete the move, his face a mask of determination.

Ivan fought back, his hands working quickly to pry Brian's grip off his leg while maintaining his balance.

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The two fighters were locked in a struggle, muscles straining, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Brian drove forward again, this time with more force, but Ivan dropped his weight, pressing his chest onto Brian's back.

Ivan used the opportunity to counter, wrapping one arm around Brian's waist while shoving his other hand into Brian's shoulder, trying to force him off balance.

"Sprawl, Ivan! Sprawl!" Whittier shouted from the corner, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Ivan listened, pushing his hips down further and widening his stance.

But Brian was relentless.

He managed to adjust, pulling Ivan's leg tighter and twisting his body in an effort to turn the corner.

Ivan, sensing that Brian was starting to gain ground, changed tactics.

He grabbed Brian's wrist and attempted to sweep his leg out from under him, hoping to use Brian's momentum against him.

But Brian held on, managing to stay on his feet despite Ivan's counterattack.

It was a stalemate for a moment.

Neither man was willing to concede ground, and the grappling exchange grew more heated with each passing second.

As they shifted positions in an attempt to establish dominance, sweat streamed from their faces.

Brian, realizing he wasn't going to complete the single-leg takedown, adjusted again, this time transitioning to a body lock.

He wrapped his arms around Ivan's torso, his chest pressing against Ivan's side as he drove forward once more.

Ivan grunted, but managed to stay upright, his feet sliding as he tried to create space.

Ivan felt Brian's grip tighten, and in a moment of decision, he twisted his body, trying to throw Brian off balance.

The two men tumbled to the ground, their bodies hitting the mat with a thud, locked in a grappling struggle.

"Stay tight, Ivan!" Whittier yelled, watching intently as the fight shifted to the ground.

Ivan tried to regain control, using his wrestling and Sambo experience to gain an advantageous position.

He slid his legs into place, attempting to scramble into side control, but Brian was already reacting, adjusting his hips and preventing Ivan from locking anything in.

In his fight to keep Ivan from taking him down, Brian showed how strong he really was.

His muscles strained as he bridged, twisting and turning in an effort to escape Ivan's control.

Ivan, refusing to let the opportunity slip away, worked furiously, trying to pin one of Brian's arms and go for a submission.

Suddenly, Ivan saw an opening.

He trapped Brian's arm and began to set up a kimura.

His hands locked around Brian's wrist, and he torqued his body, using leverage to crank the submission.

As Brian felt the pressure build up on his shoulder from Ivan's twisted arm, his face twisted in agony.

A smile spread across Damon's face as he watched from the seats.

It looked like Ivan had the submission locked in.

"Finish him, Ivan! Finish it!" Whittier yelled, sensing the fight was nearing its conclusion.

However, Brian showed the tenacity that had carried him this far in the competition and refused to give up just as the opposing team was about to celebrate.

Gritting his teeth, he shifted into a more comfortable position, making just enough room to twist his body by pressing his free hand against the mat.

Brian changed positions by slipping his arm out of Ivan's grip and shifting his weight, which was an amazing show of strength and determination.

Before Ivan could react, Brian swept his legs and rolled Ivan onto his back, taking control of the fight in an instant.

Now on top, Brian wasted no time.

He transitioned into a dominant position, wrapping his arm around Ivan's neck and locking in a guillotine choke.

The shift was so fast that Ivan barely had time to process it.

"Get out, Ivan! Don't let him lock it in!" Whittier's voice was very loud and tensed up because he knew Ivan was in danger..

Ivan struggled, trying to break free by pushing against Brian's hips, but Brian's hold was solid.

His biceps flexed as he tightened the choke, pressing down harder on Ivan's neck.

Ivan's face began to turn red as he fought against the pressure.

His legs flailed, trying to push off and escape, but Brian had locked him in tight.

Ivan's hands were working hard to get Brian's arms off of his neck, but the choke was too tight.

"Keep going, Brian! Squeeze!" Chemasov shouted from the other corner, sensing that his fighter was on the verge of victory.

As the choke closed, Ivan's vision started to get blurry.

Brian's arm squeezed tighter, and the oxygen to his brain was being cut off.

His arms grew heavy, and his movements slowed as his body began to fail him.

He was aware that the fight would end soon if he did not act quickly.

Ivan's thoughts raced as his body struggled against the inevitable.

The successes, the setbacks, and the countless hours he had put in to get to this point in his career all flashed before his eyes.

The thought of tapping crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside.

He would never tap.

Not now, not ever.