President In A World of Magic

Ankle Lock

Damon smiled as he maintained eye contact with Philip, "If I wasn't confident in defeating you, I wouldn't have chosen to fight you anyways."

Philip looked at Damon shaking his head, "How are you gonna defeat me with the body of yours? You won't be able to land any hits on me."

Damon shook his head while maintaining eye contact, causing Philip to feel a bit weak for some reason he didn't know, causing him to look away to break the awkwardness. Upon seeing this, he smiled.

Damon was fighting against a skilled fighter that actually fought in fights that could kill him, and he needed everything in his arsenal to survive. And the eye contact was part of the staredown, which most fighters back on earth would do to get into the opponent's head.

And as far as he knew, he had defeated Philip mentally, and all he needed to do was beat him physically.

"Are both of you ready?" The guard in the middle asked.

Phillip nodded before Damon shook his head, "Before this fight, I would like to propose another rule."

"And that rule is?" The guard asked, wondering if Damon was asking for a handicap.

"We shouldn't do any kicks."

Philip quickly nodded, confident in his ability, "Fine, I won't kick. Is that enough of a handicap for you?"

"I'm not asking for a handicap; I, too, won't be using any kicks," Damon replied as he widened his smile and continued staring down Philip.

"Fine," Philip replied as everyone else watching was confused as to why Damon would use such a perfect chance to get a handicap and throw it away to add a stupid rule.

The guard nodded before pushing both of the fighters away, "Fight!"

Damon quickly raised his hands, his experience back as an amateur boxer came back to him, and his footwork showed it, although, to the point of view of everyone watching, it looked like Damon hadn't trained at all for the fight.

Philip shook his head, sighing before closing the distance and throwing a hook to Damon's liver.

"Ooof!" Damon breathed in the pain he felt in his liver; the fat didn't soften the pain as much as he could, but Damon nodded and smiled, pretending that the punch was nothing to him.

Philip threw another three punches so fast that Damon couldn't really see what was going on and had to depend on both of his fat hands to block the punches, 'Now for plan B'.

Damon's hands were getting a bit red from getting too much damage from the quick and powerful punches that his brother delivered to him,

"Hey, are you this bad at fighting? You cant even deliver a punch to my face!" Damon shouted as he punched his own face, taunting Philip.

Philip, seeing Damon's face exposed, threw a powerful punch towards it, "You forced me to do this!"

But his punch never landed, leaving his left cheek exposed, and he felt a pain on it with a weight so heavy it brought him down to his knees.

"Move like a semi-truck, sting like a semi-truck!" Damon shouted as he raised his hands and got closer to Philip, "I told you, you will never be able to even touch my face! Never!"

Philip quickly got up, shaking his face with not even a scratch on his face, "You got lucky there."

"Really?" Damon asked as he got into the Philly Shell stance. "Why don't you come hit my face to prove it."

Philip gritted his teeth as his fist felt like it couldn't wait to crash into Damon's face; he then threw a punch, only for Damon to use his shoulder to role the punch away from his face before Philip followed up that punch with a few more punches, all of it which Damon dodged with relative ease. "I'm untouchable, baby!" Damon shouted as Thalia's eyes widened in shock.

She hadn't seen anyone dodge like that before and that many times.

It wasn't like Philip was slow; in fact, his punches were as fast as the wind, but for some reason, Damon managed to dodge them even though he was extremely slow at doing so.

Philip then took a few steps back, not knowing what was going on, 'I can't even get one punch in… It's as if he could see the punches even before I do it.'

He then tried looking at Damon's finger to see if he was using the ring, but there was no ring that he could see. 'I just need one punch…Just one punch!' He then threw himself towards Damon while throwing a punch above before Damon caught the hand with two of his hands.

Philip closed his eyes, expecting to get punched in the face and was bracing for impact, but none of it came, and as he opened his eyes, he could see Damon still holding onto the hand more strongly now, "What are you doing?"

"You made one big mistake…" Damon whispered.

Philip raised his eyebrow, trying to get out of Damon's grasp, but as he looked at his eyes, something told him that he had screwed up.

"NEVER LET A COLLEGE WRESTLING CHAMPION HOLD YOU." He muttered before carrying and throwing Philip to the ground helplessly.

As Philip tried to get up, Damon quickly held onto Philip's right leg and raised it up and held him by his ankle.

"What are you doing?" Philip asked as he looked back, not knowing what Damon was about to do to him, but the smile that Damon showed was enough to cause Philip to feel shivers down his spine.

"Ankle lock…" Damon whispered before twisting Philip's ankle.

Philip's eyes opened wide, and his veins popped out as he felt a pain that he had never felt before, "Ahh. Ahh!!" He shouted as he tried taking his legs away, but with no luck; Damon had seen countless Olympic wrestling matches to know the best would get out of his hold. What more could someone who had never wrestled before like Philip do?

Damon then got up from his bent position and stood up, raising Philip's legs, causing the pain to increase. "Just give up. You won't be able to beat me."

Philip then looked at the guard, almost muttering to him to end the fight, but he felt a sharp gaze looking at him; Thalia stared at him with her face looking as if she was about to kill him if he gave up.

"Ahhh!" Philip pushed his body up and forcefully pulled his legs away.

Damon fell down after letting go of the leg and was left in shock, seeing what Philip was willing to do.

Philip limped away, and his ankle broke. "You can't beat me with that kind of trick…."

Damon gulped, realizing what kind of people he was up against; these were no pro-fighters or Olympians; these were animals who would rather die than lose. "Jeez…"

"I can't use any weapons… And I can't use a kick, right?"