The arena was quiet as the opening bell rang, letting everyone know that the much-anticipated main event had begun.
While circling the octagon, Damon hopped lightly on his toes and kept his eyes on Jake Armansson.
His arms were relaxed and his body was still.
Damon knew the plan. Jake wasn't here to strike with him, not long-term.
Grappling was Jake's bread and butter, and Damon anticipated the moment he would shoot for a takedown.
But first, he wanted to test the waters, to play around and see what Jake would bring to the table standing up.
Jake advanced methodically, his hands high in a tight guard, chin tucked.
He feinted a few jabs, not committing to anything substantial yet.
His movements were calculated, almost robotic, with small steps forward and deliberate positioning.
He was clearly waiting for an opportunity to close the distance.