Mixed Martial Stupidity
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC, Marvel, or Capcom. I own Farrah/Persiana.
Chapter 3: Round 1 Part 2
Persiana looked around her environment to see where she was fighting. It appeared to be a jungle area of some kind. Her senses were saying that this felt real, from the soft breeze to the dirt beneath her feet. Of course, it could all be a ruse by Mojo to make her think it was real.
Elena was also standing and she looked around,
"This can't be."
Farrah shook her head,
"It's not. At least, I don't think it is. Mojo can really create life-like environments, so it's possible we could still be part of his sick game."
The African fighter nodded,
"Oh. I guess that means we have to fight."
The furry heroine shrugged,
"Guess so. No hard feelings, right?"
Elena giggled,
"None!"
They both took a defensive stance and circled around each other. It did not last long as Persiana impulsively attacked first, dashing with feline speed. Elena flipped out of the way and swayed her body like a snake to avoid getting attacked. The white-haired dancer grinned,
"You're good."
Elena jumped to her hands and, arching her back, tried to kick Farrah with her heels. Farrah blocked it, dropping into a split. She then rolled out of the way and stood up, watching Elena contort her body until it was upright. The capoeira fighter giggled and Farrah could not help but smirk,
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Elena did a series of gymnastic flips, until a kick connected to Persiana's stomach as the feline fighter was trying to avoid it. She went down hard, clutching her stomach. Elena had powerful legs, Farrah thought.
Elena was having the time of her life. She just could not stop smiling as she continued, attempting impossible kick after impossible kick. Farrah had to stay one step ahead, and she was bobbing and weaving her body out of harms way.
Dirt swirled around the battle field and the humidity and the heat were wearing both fighters out faster than they would have in another climate. Farrah needed to end this quickly as she made another dash after Elena left herself open to attack and, taking to the air, Persiana tried to deliver a powerful swipe. Elena ducked, but both of their skulls connected with each other. The two fell to the ground, unconscious.
In the control room…
Mojo groaned,
"Oh, too bad! But, it was a dazzling display of grace, balance, and acrobatics!"
M. Bison rolled his eyes,
"Let's get to the next fight."
The next fight was Ken and a martial artist named Richard Dragon. Dragon was a fighter that trained some of the best martial artists in the world, everyone from Batman to Batgirl, to Lady Shiva, even the Bronze Tiger. Right now, Dragon and Ken were in a hard hitting battle.
Ken shouted,
"Hadoken!"
A fireball was launched from his hands and almost hit Dragon. Richard ducked out of the way and nodded,
"Impressive. I know very few martial artists that can do that."
He swept underneath Ken, but the blonde fighter flipped and landed on his feet,
"Sorry, pal! You're gonna have to do better than that!"
Dragon smirked,
"Oh, I shall."
For the next few minutes, the flurry of kicks and punches that were being exchanged was dizzying to say the least. The force of each blow caused the fighting environment, which resembled a garage of some kind, was knocking down bottles and tools off the wall. Ken needed to end this and he shouted,
"Hurricane Kick!"
He leapt off the floor and, extending one leg, began spinning at a high rate of speed. Richard thought he could counter it and jumped in the air as well, trying to go for Ken's head, hitting him with a hard kick. The two kicks collided into the other's head, and, for a brief moment, both fought to stay conscious. However, like rag dolls, they fell to the floor, lifelessly limp. Though alive, they would have major headaches for a while.
Mojo groaned,
"Another Double KO? What the hell? The next fight better have a winner, or I'm going to scream!"
The next fight was the ninja teen Ibuki and Nightshade, a member of the Suicide Squad and a mistress of shadows. They were fighting in what appeared to be a book store of some kind. Nightshade looked around,
"Where is she?"
A poisoned dart hit the darkness making agent, and, as she turned, Ibuki had a girlish grin on her face. Nightshade groaned,
"Not…fair…"
She then fell down fast.
Mojo held his head,
"Oh, come on! I wanted a fight, not a quick ending!"
The inter-dimensional TV executive shook his head,
"The ratings are going to suck if there's not a serious fight soon!"
Next Chapter:
Round 1 continues with three more fights! Stay tuned!