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BJJ needed a partner, someone to grapple with, to learn the nuances of every move.

Muay Thai also needed a partner, but Damon had managed to train on his own, practicing kicks, elbows, and knees, repeating them over and over until they became second nature.

But BJJ? That was a different beast. Without someone to train with, without real experience, he was stuck.

The fight resumed, with Mark locking eyes on Damon, intent on finishing what he had started.

Mark\'s corner had emphasized using his wrestling skills to dominate Damon on the ground, and now that he had Damon down, he wasn\'t about to let the opportunity slip away.

Mark shifted his weight, trying to pass Damon\'s guard and move into a more dominant position.

Damon struggled beneath him, trying to use his BJJ knowledge to create space and escape, but it was easier said than done.

Mark\'s wrestling was solid, his control tight as he worked to maintain his advantage. Damon felt Mark\'s hands pushing against his chest, trying to pin him down further.

Mark\'s body pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. Damon knew he had to do something, and fast.

The commentators were quick to notice the shift in momentum.

"Mark is really asserting his dominance here," Michael Bosley commented. "You can see him using his weight and skills to keep Damon pinned down. Damon\'s groundwork knowledge seems to be non existent, but Mark\'s experience is real, and it\'s showing."

Daniel Greene nodded. "Absolutely, Michael. Damon\'s in a tough spot right now. He\'s trying to find a way out, but Mark\'s not giving him any room to breathe."

Mark tried to improve his position, but Damon was doing his best to keep him at bay.

Despite his lack of practical BJJ experience, Damon had some understanding of what to do.

He managed to get his legs between them, pushing Mark away slightly, but it wasn\'t enough.

Mark was relentless, his wrestling experience coming into play as he kept pushing forward, trying to break through Damon\'s defenses.

Damon\'s mind raced as he tried to recall the techniques he had learned. It wasn\'t easy.

The pressure from Mark was overwhelming, and Damon could feel his energy draining.

Mark, on the other hand, seemed to be getting stronger, feeding off his control in the fight. Damon needed to find an opening, a chance to turn the tables.

Then, it happened. Mark made a slight mistake, a momentary lapse in his control.

Damon felt it, a small shift in Mark\'s balance that gave him just enough room to maneuver. It wasn\'t much, but it was something.

He acted quickly, reaching up with his arms, trying to wrap them around Mark\'s neck. It wasn\'t perfect, far from it, but it was the only chance he had.

"Wait a minute," Michael\'s voice rose with excitement. "Damon\'s going for a guillotine! But it looks a bit sloppy—can he lock it in?"

"It\'s not the cleanest technique," Daniel agreed, "but Damon\'s doing what he can with what he\'s got. If he can just get that arm in the right position..."

Damon managed to get his arm around Mark\'s head, pulling him down closer. It was a sloppy guillotine choke, not as tight as it should be, but it was something.

Damon squeezed with all his strength, feeling the strain in his muscles as he tried to lock in the submission. His arm pressed against Mark\'s jaw, the inside of his elbow digging in.

Mark\'s eyes widened in surprise as he realized what was happening. He tried to pull away, but Damon had a firm grip.

The choke wasn\'t deep, but the pressure on Mark\'s jaw was intense, and Damon could feel the resistance.

Mark struggled, his body writhing as he tried to escape, but the more he moved, the tighter Damon\'s hold became.

"He\'s got it, he\'s got it!" Michael shouted. "Damon\'s got Mark in a choke, but it\'s not under the chin—he\'s crushing Mark\'s jaw! This could be bad for Mark!"

Daniel added, "That\'s gotta hurt! Mark\'s struggling, but that pressure on his jaw could break something if he\'s not careful. Damon\'s using everything he has here!"

Damon\'s heart pounded in his chest as he held on for dear life. He knew this was his only chance.

The pressure on Mark\'s jaw was increasing, and Damon could feel the strain on his own arms. His muscles burned, but he didn\'t let go.

The thought of losing this fight, of everything slipping away, gave him the strength to keep going.

Mark\'s struggles grew more desperate as the seconds ticked by.

He tried to push Damon away, to free himself from the choke, but Damon\'s grip was unyielding.

The pain in Mark\'s jaw was excruciating, and Damon could feel the tension building. It was a battle of wills, both fighters giving everything they had.

"Mark\'s in serious trouble now," Michael said, his voice filled with tension. "If Damon can hold this just a little longer, Mark might be forced to tap before the bell rings!"

Daniel was equally invested. "You can see the desperation on Mark\'s face. He\'s in agony, and Damon\'s not letting up. This could be the end right here!"

And, it was over. Mark\'s hand slapped against Damon\'s side, tapping out in submission. The pain in his jaw was too much, and he knew he couldn\'t continue.

Damon felt the tap, and for a moment, he didn\'t realize what had happened. But then, it hit him. He had won. Mark had tapped out.

The referee quickly stepped in, pulling them apart as the crowd erupted in cheers.

Damon lay on the canvas, gasping for breath as the realization sank in. He had done it. Against all odds, he had managed to secure the win.

The guillotine choke had been sloppy, far from perfect, but it had worked. Damon had survived, and more importantly, he had won.

Mark rolled away, clutching his jaw, clearly in pain but also relieved that the fight was over. Damon sat up slowly, still trying to catch his breath.

The crowd\'s cheers echoed in his ears, a mixture of disbelief and admiration for the gritty performance they had just witnessed.