Damon immediately engaged his guard, wrapping his legs around Calvin's torso and controlling his posture with a strong grip on the back of Calvin's neck.
Calvin postured up slightly, looking to rain down strikes, but Damon's grip made it difficult.
"You're squirmy," Calvin said, grinning as he tried to free himself.
Damon didn't respond, his mind racing. He shifted his hips, testing Calvin's balance while keeping his guard tight.
Calvin threw a couple of short punches to Damon's ribs, more to create openings than to do real damage.
Damon absorbed them, staying calm as he waited for his moment.
Calvin adjusted, leaning forward to press Damon's shoulders against the mat, looking to pass the guard.
Damon used the opportunity to push off Calvin's hips and create a little space.
Damon could see Calvin's face just above him. It was filled with that confident look that Calvin always has.