Chapter 7 - The Trap
As Blake stumbled slightly forward, completely off-balance, Damon finally moved.
He didn't throw a wild, emotional haymaker. He didn't attempt a flashy, cinematic kick. Damon shifted his bare foot mere inches across the blue mat, slightly rotated his powerful, scarred torso, and executed one brutally efficient, completely devastating movement.
Damon's rough, calloused hand shot upward, trapping Blake’s attacking arm perfectly at the elbow joint. With terrifying, mechanical leverage, Damon twisted his hips and locked the champion's entire arm into a severe, agonizing structural submission hold, simultaneously stepping deeply into Blake's personal space to completely arrest his momentum.
It was an ugly, utterly lethal movement entirely devoid of sport or theatricality. It was designed to break bone and tear ligaments in the blink of an eye.
Blake’s arrogant, confident expression completely, instantly disappeared. A sudden, sharp gasp of genuine physical pain escaped his lips as he felt the overwhelming, immovable strength of the older man locking his arm into a position that threatened to permanently snap his elbow.
Blake tried to frantically pull away, utilizing his massive athletic strength, but he found himself completely trapped in a vice grip of pure, unbreakable steel. The twenty-nine-year-old state champion was entirely immobilized by a maintenance man who hadn't even thrown a single punch.
But the most shocking reaction to the brief, terrifying exchange didn't come from the parents filming with their phones.
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It came from the highest row of the bleachers.
👉 Read Part 8 to discover the terrifying secret recognized by the old Marine.
