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Chapter 24: The Mind Game

He gazed across the makeshift cage at Tim, who was standing with a relaxed smile on his face.

Tim\'s hands were down by his sides, his arms loose and casual.

Damon\'s instincts told him that Tim\'s stance was deliberate, a ploy to lull him into a false sense of security.

He decided to test Tim\'s defenses, closing in with a cautious step. The two fighters met in the middle of the cage, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.

Damon threw a straight jab, his fist shooting out in a swift, precise motion. But instead of blocking or countering, Tim simply took a step back, his smile never wavering. It was as if he was saying, "Is that the best you\'ve got?"

Damon felt a surge of uncertainty. Was Tim trying to psyche him out, or was he genuinely underestimating him?

The crowd seemed to sense the tension, their murmurs growing louder, this time, not making any jokes.

Damon\'s eyes narrowed, his focus intensifying. He knew he had to keep his cool and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

But Tim\'s relaxed demeanor was unnerving, making him wonder if he was in over his head.

His mind raced, analyzing every movement, every breath of his opponent. Tim\'s relaxed posture was a puzzle, Damon knew there had to be more to it than simple overconfidence.

Tim finally moved, his feet shuffling lightly as he closed the distance between them. Damon held his ground, hands still in the traditional Muay Thai guard, ready to defend.

Tim threw a jab, a quick, snapping punch aimed at Damon\'s face. Damon managed to slip the jab, leaning slightly to the side, but his counter, an instinctual right hook, was too slow.

Tim effortlessly weaved out of the way, his movements fluid and seemingly effortless.

Damon felt a twinge of frustration, realizing that while he knew the techniques, his execution was still lacking precision.

Tim kept the pressure on, following up with a quick one-two combination.

The first punch landed softly on Damon\'s guard, but the second, a left cross, slipped through, catching Damon on the cheek.

The impact was light, but it was enough to make Damon realize he couldn\'t afford to be passive.

Damon responded with a teep kick, aiming to push Tim back and create some distance. His foot shot out, but the kick lacked the snap and power needed to make it effective.

Tim sidestepped with ease, his footwork showing the influence of countless hours spent training with the said Diego brothers, but also a touch of inexperience that made him seem almost playful.

Damon tried to reset, planting his feet firmly on the ground, but Tim was already on him.

He ducked low, his shoulders rolling as he closed the distance and came up with a right uppercut, aiming for Damon\'s jaw.

Damon saw it coming and managed to block it with his left forearm, but the force still rattled him, making him take a step back.

Tim pressed the advantage, switching levels with a low kick aimed at Damon\'s lead leg.

The kick connected, sending a jolt of pain through Damon\'s calf, but he gritted his teeth and fired back with a straight right.

The punch landed on Tim\'s chest, but it was more of a push than a strike, lacking the power to do real damage.

Tim grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He was enjoying the fight, playing with Damon like a cat toying with a mouse.

Damon knew he couldn\'t let this continue, he had to find a way to turn the tide.

Drawing on his training, Damon feinted a jab, then quickly stepped forward with a powerful knee strike, aiming for Tim\'s midsection.

This time, he committed fully to the move, putting all his weight into it. The knee connected, sinking into Tim\'s abdomen with a satisfying thud.

Tim grunted, his body folding slightly from the impact, and Damon felt a surge of confidence.

But Tim wasn\'t done. He recovered quickly, slipping out to the side and throwing a quick overhand right.

The punch grazed Damon\'s temple, just enough to disorient him for a moment.

Before Damon could react, Tim followed up with a Stockton slap—a wide, open-handed strike that cracked against Damon\'s cheek, more a show of dominance than a damaging blow.

The crowd erupted in cheers, recognizing the signature move." Damn he really has been training with Nathaniel"

The slap stung Damon\'s pride more than his face, but he knew better than to let it rattle him. He shifted back, resetting his stance, and tried to shake off the growing frustration.

Tim was fast, unpredictable, and clearly skilled—but he was also giving Damon openings.

The problem was, Damon\'s inexperience made it difficult to capitalize on them.

Tim saw Damon hesitate and took advantage, stepping in with a flurry of punches—quick jabs, crosses, and hooks that kept Damon on the defensive.

Damon tried to block and parry, but the punches were coming too fast. One of Tim\'s hooks slipped past Damon\'s guard, connecting with his ribs.

The pain was sharp, making Damon wince, but he couldn\'t afford to let it slow him down.

Desperate to turn the momentum, Damon threw a wild right hook, aiming for Tim\'s jaw. But the punch was telegraphed, and Tim easily ducked under it.

Damon\'s fist sailed through empty air, leaving him momentarily off balance. Tim saw his chance and pounced, stepping in with a left hook that caught Damon on the chin, sending him stumbling backward.

Damon\'s vision blurred for a moment as he tried to regain his footing. He felt the world tilt. But he fought through the disorientation, knowing that if he went down now, the fight could be over.

Tim advanced, his movements almost casual as he closed in for what seemed like the finishing blow.

But Damon, driven by sheer determination, managed to plant his feet and throw a desperate teep kick aimed at Tim\'s torso.

The kick connected, sending Tim stumbling back, surprise flashing in his eyes. Damon could see the frustration in Tim\'s expression—he wasn\'t expecting such resilience.

The two fighters paused for a brief moment, both breathing heavily, sweat dripping from their bodies.

Damon\'s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts of how to survive the next exchange.

Tim\'s relaxed demeanor had been replaced with a more focused intensity, his eyes narrowing as he sized Damon up again.

Damon knew he was at a disadvantage, but he also realized that Tim wasn\'t invincible. The next move could be decisive, and both fighters seemed to sense it.

With a burst of speed, Tim darted in, aiming low with a sudden takedown attempt.

Damon saw it coming a split second too late, his legs already buckling as Tim\'s shoulder drove into his midsection.

Damon hit the ground hard, the impact jarring him, but he instinctively wrapped his legs around Tim\'s waist, trying to prevent him from advancing into a dominant position.

Damon\'s lack of grappling experience became evident as he struggled to maintain control, his grip slipping as Tim began to maneuver for a better position.

Tim managed to break free, rising slightly above Damon, his fists poised to rain down strikes.

Damon braced himself, knowing he was in a bad situation. He tried to twist his body, to find some way to escape, but Tim\'s weight kept him pinned.

Tim\'s first punch came down, a hammerfist aimed at Damon\'s face. Damon barely managed to block it with his forearm, but the force of the blow still rattled him.

Tim followed up with another, this one slipping through Damon\'s defense and glancing off the side of his head.

The world spun for Damon as he felt the cold, damp grass beneath him and the heavy weight of Tim pressing down.

He knew he had to do something, anything, to turn the fight around.

Summoning the last of his strength, Damon twisted his hips and managed to throw Tim off balance just enough to create a small opening.

He rolled to the side, trying to scramble back to his feet, but Tim was on him again, grabbing him by the waist and dragging him back down.

The two fighters were locked in a desperate struggle, neither willing to give an inch. Damon knew he was running out of time, his energy fading with each passing second.