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Match 2 Aiguo Zhànsh vs Oguzan "The Inescapable" Maharret

The amazing spectacle that occurred in the first round, was indeed impressive. Many of the audience were excited to see what will occur in the second round. The second round was between the fighters Aiguo Zhànsh and "The Inescapable" Oğuzhan Maharret.

Mr. Zhànshì was a taekwondo master and implemented a bit of baguazhang into his fighting style. Mr. Maharret on the other hand primarily focused on his country's national sport called Yağlı güreş better known by many as Turkish oil wrestling. Only few knew of the man's true strength. Not just physical strength but mental strength as well.

Katahara Sayaka stood in the middle of the massive arena. The roaring fans excited between a fight of a striker vs a grappler. Though neither fighters were enemies they were still opponents which meant no holding back. She cleared her throat and was ready to begin the fighters intros.

"Standing at a height of 183 cm and weighing 169 lb. With an impressive Kengan win ratio of 13 wins and 0 losses. Representing Hong Kong Vehicle Manufacturers, it's their shooting star, Aiguo Zhànsh!" announced Sayaka. Zhànsh simply walked towards the arena, not even paying attention to the roaring fans. He was wearing a mixture of a baguazhang and taekwondo uniform. His pants were colored white and resembled taekwondo style, and may have been used for better kicks. He wore a white sleeved shirt which looked like the ones baguazhang arts wear.

"His challenger hails from the country of Turkey. He stands at a height of 193cms and weighs 322 lbs. Representing Yamizaru Shipping, it's Oğuzhan 'The Inescapable' Maharret!"

Fireworks erupted and smoke was masking the entrance. When the smoke settled down Oğuzhan made his grand entrance. He walked confidently towards his challenger. In fact he was also oiling up his giant, but slightly curled mustache. This man did this for every important fight he was ever involved in. This was supposed to bring him good luck.

Both fighters are now centered in the arena. Between them stood the referee and surrounding them were the cheering audience members. "Begin!" shouted the referee and just like that both fighters were ready to make their move.

Oğuzhan's first move was to charge into battle. He knew between him and Zhànsh, that he was the better wrestler. If he could somehow grab him and get him into a submission, the fight would be good as done. Zhànsh not knowing the magnitude of the wrestler's strength decided to challenge him head on as well. He was able to close in the distance just enough to deliver a front kick to the man's face. However, unfazed by that action, the wrestler quickly tried to grasp his arms together to catch Zhànsh.

Zhànsh narrowly misses the grab and counterattacks. He delivers a couple consecutive punches towards Oğuzhan's stomach and ribs though it didn't seem to have much effect. Again the wrestler tried once more to grab hold of this striker. Though Zhànsh was quick on his feet, the wrestler was now able to grab him albeit only his shirt. Seeing the serious situation, Zhànsh propelled a powerful back kick. It was not only to cause Oğuzhan discomfort, but also a way to break the distance between them. This is because the kick tore his shirt off in the process, this allowed him the opportunity to escape.

"Almost had the man." proclaimed the wrestler. His fingertips still had traces of white fabric from Zhànsh shirt. The man's grip was serious, Zhànsh and the audience understood the fact. "You tore off part of my uniform you asshole!" said Zhànsh, obviously flustered.

The striker wanted to get back at him for that. What he wouldn't give to deliver some strikes to him. However, he knew that would be reckless and stupid. Oğuzhan was built like a massive tank. His dense muscles protected him from any attack. This meant the attacks he delivered didn't do much damage as they should have. What Zhànsh needs to do first is not look for weakness, he needs to study habits. One of the habits he picked up early on, is that the wrestler didn't throw a single punch. This may have meant that Oğuzhan wasn't much confident in his striking ability.

"In that case." said Zhànsh with a smirk on his face. He started to shuffle around Oğuzhan with incredible speed. "Wow fancy footwork! But what is Zhànsh planning?!" said Sayaka. The striker was moving around in circles, he was so fast it was hard to keep up.

"This is for my shirt!" explained Zhànsh as he did a spinning roundhouse kick to the man's face. Though a little fazed by that attack the wrestler then tried to grab the man's foot. However, Zhànsh saw that coming and positioned his foot to the wrestler's shoulder. He quickly climbed up to the wrestler and performed a spinning backflip. Doing this allowed him to escape the wrestler's grasp. Zhànsh then started to shuffle around Oğuzhan once more.

He noticed a bit of a bloody nose coming from Oğuzhan. That roundhouse kick must have done some damage.

"Come on touch me!" said Zhànsh in his mind. His face was ready for some action. The wrestler tired of him running around decided to catch the striker, but it was to no avail. Instead of catching him, Zhànsh leaped away. And when Oğuzhan had his back turned away, Zhànsh used that opportunity to strike the man in the spine. He delivered multiple kicks in rapid succession. The wrestler did not groan in pain however, the arena monitor was able to capture the painful expression on his face.

"Oh those are going to leave some bruises!" shouted the announcer woman.

Zhànsh was out mounvering the man with his great speed. The Turkish wrestler couldn't catch him. It would seem like the man's plan was to tire Oğuzhan out little by little by the strikes and once he was weakened enough Zhànsh would end it.

"Come on don't you want to catch me?" said Zhànsh. Once more the Turkish wrestler charged at him. This time he felt like he could actually catch this slippery fighter. He was in arms length now, this may be it! "Sorry for the false hope." said Zhànsh. He quickly ducked down from the man's grasp and delivered a powerful palm strike to the wrestler's chin. This made Oğuzhan become disoriented and wobbly.

"Your body may be built like a fortress, but your insides are vulnerable and fragile." explained Zhànsh standing over him. "I wonder how it must feel like inside your head with your brain rattling around and all". The man then continued with his usual strategy. He shuffled around in circles.

"Wow it seems like Zhànsh is a mighty spanish matador while Oğuzhan is the raging bull!" said the announcer woman. At this point it would seem like Oğuzhan has no chance at winning. He can't catch the striker so how can he win?

"Alright once more!" thought Zhànsh. He started moving around a little closer to Oğuzhan, but still ready to move out the way if he had to. Their eyes locked on each other and everything seemed to be going by slower. "Hit me!" shouted the striker. To the surprise of many, Oğuzhan threw a punch intended to hit Zhànsh in the face. "Good he finally fell into my trap!"

As the punch was thrown, Zhànsh was skillfully able to grab hold of the wrestler's arm. He was then able to sweep the leg and bring the large man down. Zhànsh had the wrestler's arm in an arm bar and was planning to break it. He applied pressure using his hips, if he can break the arm, the wrestler will be through. However, unexpectedly Zhànsh started to feel his body being lifted off the floor.

"Sorry for the false hope." said Oğuzhan. Zhànsh was shocked, the man had incredible strength. He was able to get himself back up while Zhànsh was still holding onto the arm trying to break it. "You've underestimated me young man." "I am no mere bull...I am stronger!" shouted Oğuzhan as he slammed Zhànsh's body to the ground. The slam of the body produced a decent size hole in the ground as well leaving cracks around it.

"I'll have to let go!" thought Zhànsh, but before he could the Turkish wrestler grabbed the younger fighter by the throat. "There is no escape now my friend." said Oğuzhan. He began smashing the fighter around the ground. Cracks and holes in the grand were forming. Zhànsh was then lifted up in the air. The striker's body was battered and bruised. With the remaining consciousness he had left, he heard him speak. "This will be the end." The last thing Zhànsh saw was the ceiling lights as his body collided once more to the ground.

Narrator

"It was that moment Zhànsh realized it wasn't him figuring out the wrestler, it was in fact Oğuzhan who tricked Zhànsh."

The referee checked to see how the man was. It was clear as day Zhànsh was knockout unconscious

"I win." said Oğuzhan. As he lifted his massive muscular arms up in the air. The roaring crowd was cheering his name.

"Oğuzhan!" "Oğuzhan!" "Oğuzhan!" shouted the crowd.

"Guess everyone loves you Oğuzhan" said Sayaka with a smile on her face. "Alright moving on to the third match!"