Damon squeezed with everything he had left, feeling his muscles burn with the effort.
Edward's struggles slowed, his resistance weakening as the choke took effect.
Damon could feel the seconds ticking down, but he held on, refusing to let go.
Edward's hands clawed weakly at Damon's arms, but there was no escape.
Damon could feel the victory within his hands.
He just needed to hold on a little longer. The roar of the crowd was a distraction, but Damon didn't lose his focus.
Damon tightened his grip, forcing every bit of his remaining strength into the choke. His muscles screamed with the effort as he held on tightly.
Edward's struggles continued to weaken, his attempts to escape growing increasingly feeble.
For a moment, he seemed to regain some fight, his arms moving sluggishly in a last, desperate effort.
But as the choke deepened, his movements began to slow again.
