Chapter 374: What The Hell Is That I

As the takedown proceeded, Damon shot in low.

But Donald was fast, faster than Damon anticipated.

Reading the setup perfectly, Donald sprawled hard, stuffing the takedown attempt with calculated precision.

Before Damon could reset, Donald scrambled quickly, pressing against Damon's back, his arms looping around Damon's midsection as he attempted to establish control.

"Beautiful counter from Donald Whittier!" one commentator exclaimed.

"He saw that takedown coming and reacted perfectly. This is where his experience shines!"

Donald locked his hands around Damon's waist, his grip tightening as he attempted to drag him down further.

Damon, however, wasn't going to give in that easily.

Using his core strength and balance, he widened his base, planting his feet firmly on the canvas to stay upright.

"Smart defense by Damon Cross," the second commentator observed.