Malikin bucked hard, throwing everything into a last-ditch escape.
And it worked.
He created a scramble, slipping out the backdoor and getting to his knees.
But Damon was already on him.
He locked in a front headlock, dragging Malikin back down into a tight sprawl.
Then he slid into a power guillotine position.
The crowd screamed as Damon adjusted his grip, sitting back and wrapping his legs into guard.
"He's got the guillotine! It's tight!"
"Malikin's in trouble!"
Malikin fought desperately, turning his chin into the pressure, his powerful arms fighting to create space.
For a moment, it looked like Damon might have it locked in.
But Malikin dug deep.
He shifted his hips, postured up, and managed to break the grip.
He exploded into side control, flipping Damon onto his back for a brief second.
And just like that, they were back in a war on the ground.
Malikin tried to settle into side control, but Damon wouldn't stop moving.
