MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Damon stood still in front of the full-length mirror and looking at the man who was looking back at him.

The reflection wore a sharp, dark blue suit that fit him perfectly and showed off his athletic build.

The crisp white shirt under the suit went well with his skin tone, and the simple silver tie made him look more put-together.

He adjusted the cuffs, the smooth fabric of the suit unfamiliar under his fingers.

Damon wasn't used to dressing like this. Fights and training didn't require polished shoes or perfectly pressed jackets.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

For a moment, he barely recognized the man in the mirror.

The person looking back at him seemed calm, sure of himself, and like a pro.

He put on a smooth front, but Damon could still feel the kid he used to be.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair, which was neatly styled for the occasion.

Aoife walked into the room, her steps light as she spotted Damon by the mirror.

A warm smile spread across her face, her eyes softening as they landed on her son.

"Look at you," she said, her voice filled with pride.

Damon turned away from the mirror, opening his arms wide.

She stepped forward and hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

Damon could feel the love and pride radiating from her, a feeling that warmed him deeply.

As she pulled back slightly, she looked up at him, her eyes shining. "Thanks to me, huh?" she teased, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his shoulder.

Damon chuckled. "Well, yeah. Who else would've had the patience to drag me around all day shopping for something like this?"

They had spent an entire afternoon hunting for the perfect suit.

Aoife had insisted he needed something that not only fit well but also made a statement, something that reflected his growth and where he was headed.

"It was worth it," Aoife said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look amazing. Like one of those millionaires on tv."

Damon smiled to himself, a flicker of amusement crossing his face.

Oh, Mom, if only you knew.

Unbeknownst to Aoife, he was already a millionaire.

The system had effortlessly built a fortune for him behind the scenes, although technically, he still had to earn his paychecks through the UFA.

But the truth was, money wasn't an issue anymore.

Not that Aoife would care even if she found out.

She never pried into how much he earned, never questioned his choices. She trusted him completely.

If he showed up tomorrow driving an expensive car or splurged on something lavish, she'd probably just smile and say he deserved it.

Still, Damon didn't feel ready to flaunt it. Not yet.

There was a certain satisfaction in building his public success alongside the wealth the system provided.

Besides, this new contract was crucial, it would solidify his place in the UFA and give him the freedom to spend without raising eyebrows.

He glanced at his reflection one last time, smoothing the front of his suit. "I look good, right?" he asked, glancing at Aoife with a smirk.

Aoife chuckled, reaching up to straighten his tie. "You look perfect, Damon. Now go knock their socks off."

Damon nodded, his grin widening. "Always."

He went outside and adjusted his suit as the cool air blew against him.

A sleek black BMW pulled up next to him right away.

Rolling down the darkened window showed Victor sitting in the driver's seat.

Victor opened the door, gesturing for Damon to get in. Damon smiled, pulling the door open and sliding into the passenger seat.

As he settled in, Victor turned to him, his eyes scanning Damon up and down. "Good, good," Victor said with a satisfied grin.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "What's that look for?"

Victor chuckled, leaning back slightly. "Take off that tie," he instructed. "And unbutton your suit jacket, and the top two buttons of your shirt while you're at it."

Damon hesitated for a moment, unsure of the reasoning behind it, but shrugged and complied.

He loosened the tie and slipped it off, draping it over his knee before unbuttoning the suit and the first two buttons of his crisp white shirt.

Victor nodded in approval. "Much better. Now you look approachable but confident. Walk in looking like you're already worth a fortune, and they'll treat you like it."

Damon smirked, adjusting his cuffs. "Didn't know you were a fashion consultant too."

Victor grinned, starting the car. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Now let's go get you some good money. Oh, and after we're done with the contract meeting, I've got something to show you."

Damon tilted his head curiously. "What is it?"

Victor's grin widened, but he didn't say a word as he pulled the car out onto the road. "Patience, kid. One thing at a time."

Damon leaned back in his chair, interested, but his mind stayed on the job at hand, getting the next big step in his career.

As they drove toward the meeting location, the hum of the car filled the silence.

Damon kept sneaking glances at Victor, his thoughts swirling with a question that had been nagging at him for a while.

Victor noticed almost immediately. Without taking his eyes off the road, he smirked. "Come on, spill it. What do you want to know?"

Damon cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. "What do you think about me and Svetlana dating?"

Victor didn't react right away. His expression remained neutral, his focus on the road. "Why should I have an opinion?" he asked calmly.

Damon was about to explain when Victor cut him off, his voice steady. "Are you happy?"

Damon blinked at the directness of the question but nodded. "Yeah, I am."

Victor's lips curved into a small smile. "Lana's happy too. It's been a long time since I've seen her this excited about anything."

He glanced briefly at Damon before turning back to the road. "I don't care about your relationship with my daughter. You're both adults, and you're both responsible. Kid, you're also my family. So, no, I don't mind you dating Svetlana. Why would I?"

Damon relaxed a little, a small smile forming on his lips. "I guess I just wanted to hear it again."

Victor chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "We had this conversation already, didn't we?"

Damon nodded, remembering that moment clearly.

Victor had been just as straightforward then, giving his approval without hesitation.

Still, it felt good to hear it again, especially now that things between him and Svetlana had deepened.

"Thanks," Damon said simply.

Victor grinned. "Just don't screw it up, kid. She's a tough one, but you already know that."

"Yeah, I know."