With Chemasov pressed against the cage, Damon didn't slow down.
Every knee, every shot, calculated, sharp, vicious.
Chemasov tried to frame off Damon's shoulder to create a little space, but Damon stripped it away like it was nothing, dragging him back into the clinch. He laced his leg inside Chemasov's to trip him slightly, forcing more weight onto the champ's already unstable base.
Then Damon made his move.
He dropped low, locked his hands tight under Chemasov's hips, and with a sharp turn and lift, dumped him hard onto the canvas.
The crowd roared.
Chris Dalton from commentary shouted from the distance, "Huge takedown from Cross! Just bullying the champion now!"
But there was no pause.
Damon slid effortlessly into half-guard, pinning Chemasov under him. And from there, the rain began.
Left hand postured.
Right hand hammered.
Chemasov's head snapped to the side from a brutal right elbow.
Then another.
Then short, suffocating punches right behind the ear. Clean. Heavy.
