MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

"Wait, you're driving?" Damon asked, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at the car in front of him.

Svetlana was standing beside it, holding the keys and smiling confidently.

"Yep," she said, her voice smooth and assured. She opened the trunk, and they placed Damon's bag inside.

It wasn't a big bag, just a small one with his fighting gear and some change of clothes.

Since he wasn't leaving for the show yet, he hadn't packed much.

As they closed the trunk, Svetlana walked over to the driver's side door and opened it. "Let's go," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Damon got into the passenger seat, feeling a bit surprised that Svetlana was driving.

He hadn't expected it, but he was happy to let her take the wheel.

As they settled into their seats, Svetlana started the car. The engine roared to life, and she revved it, making Damon smile. "2 years? And i didn't know you like cars?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her.

Svetlana nodded, her hair swaying slightly as she moved. "Yeah, I do," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I love the feeling of being behind the wheel, the power and control, and i guess it isn't long since i started liking it."

Damon chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can see that," he said, his voice teasing. Svetlana grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Okay, then Miss Petrova, take us away," he said, smiling at her. She giggled.

Her hands hovered over the steering wheel, ready to put the car in motion.

But then she paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "Ohh, I almost forgot," she said, her voice filled with a sudden excitement. "Open the dashboard."

As Damon opened the dashboard, he was met with a surprise. Inside, he found a folded paper, which he retrieved and unfolded.

His eyes widened as he saw a card with his face on it, and his name printed in bold letters: "PROFESSIONAL MIXED MARTIAL ARTS FIGHTER".

The card listed his information.

Damon's breath hitched as he realized what this was - his official fighter's license.

He looked up at Svetlana, who was grinning back at him, her eyes shining with excitement. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked, his voice filled with awe.

Svetlana nodded, her smile growing even wider. "Yes, it is," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're officially a professional MMA fighter, Damon."

Damon's eyes returned to the card, his mind filled with all kinds of emotions.

He had worked so hard for this moment, and it was finally here.

He looked up at Svetlana again and saw the pride and happiness in her eyes. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Svetlana looked away, a hint of a smile on her face. "Well, I didn't do anything, I just delivered it," she said, her voice softening.

Damon's eyes lingered on her, his expression warm. "Still doesn't matter," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

He glanced at her, and they both leaned in, their arms wrapping around each other in a tight hug.

The car's confines made the hug a bit awkward, but they didn't let go. They held each other for a long moment.

As if simultaneously, they pulled back, their faces inches apart. The atmosphere was now awkward.

Damon didn't know what to say, but he spoke anyway. "We... should go," he said, his voice breaking the silence.

Svetlana nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The car moved forward, and Damon leaned back in his seat, his mind reeling. It wasn't that they hadn't hugged before, but this one felt... different. More intimate than any of the hugs they had shared before.

Damon couldn't help but think about what his mother said... maybe.

Maybe there was something more between him and Svetlana. Maybe this was the start of something new.

The drive didn't stay awkward for long, as Damon had begun speaking, breaking the ice again and effortlessly shifting the mood.

The awkward moment, while not forgotten, hadn't been mentioned again, and the tension had dissipated.

The drive wasn't exactly long, and before they knew it, they were arriving at their destination.

The building loomed before them, a large structure with a sign that read "Training Center" in bold letters.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Damon could feel his excitement rising.

'Supreme Fighter, huh?'

They entered the building, where Victor greeted them with a warm smile.

He assisted them with the sign-in process, and Damon expressed his gratitude for the fighting license.

This moment was a significant milestone for Damon, as having a license was crucial for his participation in The Supreme Fighter show.

Without it, he would face significant obstacles and possibly even be barred from entering the competition.

After all, a license was a fighters lifeline, in the competition business, if you were banned or stripped of it, you might as well forget fighting in UFA or other promotional companies.

So, getting it made him an official fighter. He could join UFA and sign with them, if... no when he wins the Supreme Fighter.

After completing the procedures, such as signing Damon to confirm his arrival, it was said, fighter's needed to arrive here a two weeks before the fight, this was so that they can go through medical procedures.

Testing for enhancement drugs, injuries, or anything that might have a negative impact on the fight, and before the fight as usual, he would have to go through the weigh-in again

The hotel was comfortable and convenient, Victor was man with deep pockets, and he liked Damon, so he made sure his favorite fighter got the best treatment.

Maybe Svetlana also had a hand in it by convincing him to spoil on Damon, but Victor didn't seem to mind.

After all this was a breakthrough for all of them, when Damon wins ,he will enter the show, and no matter if he doesn't win the show, his name will be known, after all the UFA would offer those who perform well a contract as well.

But of course, the goal was to become the Supreme Fighter.