(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Liam's vision was coming into focus just in time to see Damion take a step in towards him and with his massive left fist come in with an uppercut. Liam barely had time to react, but he did move his head just enough to feel the punch connect with this cheek instead of his jaw. The force of the punch jarred Liam. He instantly felt his arms and legs go weak as he collapsed to the dirt. Liam had moved out of the way enough to avoid the knockout that surely would have happened if Damion had connected with the jawbone, but he hadn't moved fast enough to avoid the knockdown. The crowd gathered around the two fighters collectively gasped as they watched the fierce uppercut crumble their champion. The crowd had wondered why Damion had not finished off the champion when he dazed him, and now they had their answer. Damion meant to not only beat the champion like he had all the others, but he meant to make a spectacle out of his domination as he had all the previous fights. Damion knew the fight was over as soon as he caught the fist in his hand. Now it was a matter of destroying every shred of manhood left in this champion leaving him a worthless pile of bone and flesh. Champions were all the same. Strong until pressured. Arrogant until pushed. Confident until challenged. None had been a worthy opponent. This one seemed like he may provide the challenge sought, but, in reality, he was exactly like all the rest. Damion stood over the dazed Liam as Liam slowly tried to prop himself up. Damion glared at the weak pathetic excuse for a champion and bluntly stated, "Pathetic." He then turned to the crowd and grinned. While not looking at Liam, Damion pointed to Liam, who laid behind him, and slowly with dramatic deliberation, Damion used his thumb to slide his hand across his throat in a cutting motion as his grin grew sinister. The crowd erupted in applause cheering the drifter on to brutalize their once proud champion.
