Damon stayed locked onto Alex with unshakable pressure. The grip didn't loosen. Every time Alex shifted, Damon shifted with him. The fence was his wall now, and Tereira was stuck against it.
Another short punch came in, left to the body. Then a right.
Tereira's elbows dropped tighter to protect his ribs, but Damon adjusted.
He stepped slightly to his left, pivoted his hips, and slipped his arm out of the clinch just enough to twist his shoulder into a clean uppercut to the solar plexus.
It landed clean.
Alex froze.
For a second, his body didn't respond. Then his knees buckled, and he dropped to one knee.
The crowd erupted.
Rich Alvarez called it out. "Oh! That folded him! That was a perfect shot to the body!"
Jon Goodman added, "That's all timing. All precision. That wasn't a wild swing, Damon felt the opening and punished it."
