MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 555: BRAWLLSTARRRSSS!!!!

Damon and the boys stepped out.

The moment the door swung open, what they saw was clear. Ash was on the ground, arms covering his head as boots rained down on him. He was still drunk, still laughing like it wasn't serious.

One guy was laid out near him, face-first on the ground, completely still. Ash caught one clean before numbers overwhelmed him.

The other three were still going at him. The fourth was standing back, screaming at the girl, still caught up in whatever argument started this.

Ty stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

Edward followed without hesitation.

Joey was already moving.

Damon's face didn't change.

This wasn't about talking. There was nothing to say.

The guys stomping on Ash noticed them. They paused. Looked up. Realized what was walking toward them.

Damon kept walking.

Thus beginning Damon's second brawl.

The moment the group of men noticed Damon and his friends walking towards them, their aggression slowed but didn't disappear. They looked like typical club tough guys, drunk, hyped up, too deep in the moment to back down now.

Ash was still on the floor, holding the back of his head, groaning, his laughter gone. His shirt was half-torn, his face slightly bloodied from a kick that caught him wrong.

The guy arguing with the girl didn't even notice Damon's group coming in at first. He was too focused on yelling at her, spitting out angry words.

"You out here shaking ass like you single! You for everybody now, huh?!" His voice cracked with emotion, his ego bruised more than anything.

The girl shouted back just as loud, "We on a break, dumbass! You out here doing worse and wanna act brand new?"

It was chaos.

But the other three guys, the ones that had been stomping Ash, were fully aware now.

Ty was the first to get close enough.

He didn't posture or say a word. Big hands grabbed the nearest guy by the shoulder and yanked him back with force. The man stumbled, barely got a word out before Ty sent a straight right into his chin, clean, short, powerful. The guy crumpled instantly.

Edward didn't wait either. He stepped in tight on the second man, catching his wrist when he tried to swing wild, dragging him in and kneeing him hard to the body before shoving him down.

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Joey was next, catching the third by surprise with a hard body shot that folded him halfway, then an overhand that sent him sprawling backwards over a low table.

Damon didn't rush.

He walked straight for the guy who'd been shouting at the girl. The man noticed too late. His anger shifted to fear in seconds.

"The fuck you lookin' at, bro?" he barked, but his voice lacked bite now.

Damon didn't say anything.

He just grabbed the back of the guy's neck and shoved him backwards into the wall, hard. The impact knocked the breath out of him, stunning him long enough for the girl to slip away, backing up near the exit with wide eyes.

Ash was sitting up now, shaking his head, mumbling, "Damn... I was handling it," even though everyone could see he wasn't.

Ty had already moved to check on him, pulling him up by the arm.

Edward hovered nearby, just in case the one guy he dropped wanted to get brave again, he didn't.

Joey turned around, making sure the girl was alright. She stayed pressed near the doorway, silent now, hands shaking.

Damon stood over the man against the wall. Their eyes met for a long second.

"Go home," Damon said flatly.

It wasn't advice.

It was a warning.

The man didn't respond. He slid along the wall, grabbing his friend off the floor as the others scrambled to leave. No more barking. No threats. Just limping and dragging each other away, bruised up and humiliated.

Ash finally stood on his feet properly, looking like a wreck but grinning anyway.

Ty looked at him deadpan, "Handling it, huh?"

Ash shrugged, "Bro... she was bad though."

Damon ran a hand down his face, shaking his head as he looked over at Ash, who casually wiped the blood off his mouth like it was nothing more than spilled beer.

He exhaled through his nose, half in amusement, half in irritation.

"Yeah... that's about enough for the night," Damon said, voice dry. He glanced back at the alley they'd just fought in, already half-expecting trouble to come storming back with worse intentions. "Before they come back with something loud."

Joey snorted, his arms crossed, leaning back like this was routine. "Welcome to America."

Edward let out a quiet, humorless chuckle under his breath. "Land of the free, home of the unregistered Glock."

Ash spit a little blood off to the side, grinning through his busted lip like an idiot. "Man... wild night though."

Damon just stared at him.

"You're paying for my dry cleaning."

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All five men sat quietly inside the SUV, the air thick with that aftermath silence only a street fight could bring. The occasional sigh from the front seat broke through the quiet, Victor.

The older man had one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing the side of his temple like he was trying to stop a headache before it started. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of the bruised, scraped-up idiots sitting behind him.

Eventually, he exhaled long through his nose, eyes back on the road.

"I think," Victor started, voice dry, calm in that dangerous old-man way, "we can all agree that whatever just happened tonight... stays between us."

No hesitation.

"Absolutely," Damon and Joey said in unison from the back, voices overlapping like this was standard procedure.

Edward gave a quiet grunt of agreement, Ty nodded without saying a word, his arms folded across his chest.

Ash opened his mouth like he wanted to argue,

some wild drunken part of him probably wanted to say 'Hell nah, let the world know we packed them up!', but when he looked around the car?

Dead silence.

Every man there staring ahead like saints in confession.

He closed his mouth.

Smart move.

Damon didn't even need to say it aloud. He understood perfectly.

This staying quiet wasn't about fear or shame. It was about survival. About peace.

Because one word of this getting out?

Joey would have Ashley breathing down his neck.

Damon would have Svetlana, Aoife, and Macey waiting like a damn trial court.

Victor wouldn't be spared either, his wife, his daughter, and Damon's mom combined? That was a tribunal nobody wanted smoke with.

So yeah.

This night never happened.

... and to be fair... that wasn't a fight.