Chapter 13: New Style.
The crowd was still in a roar. The fights from the first block awakened their excitement and were eager to see more. Miyuki stood in the middle of the area, looking at the crowd as shi smiled.
"Well, we've seen four great matches in this block" she said pausing to let them cheer more before she added, "So, let's move on to the next match. A man from the cold city of Moscow, a tough fighter with KGB training. Standing at 5'2 and weighting 135 pounds. With a record of 12 win and 0 loses and representing Putin Arms: "The Russian Octopus" Vald Fyodorovych!"
Smoke filled the arena and the lights flashed as a skinny man walked into the ring. He had short blonde hair and a hint of muscles on his skinny frame. He was weaing a pair of short tights and stood with his arms behind him while he looked at the cheering crowd.
"I dedicate this fight to the Mother land." he said waving at the crowd. Miyuki turned around and started the introduction for the next fighter.
"And his opponent, standing at 6'4 and weighting 265 pounds. He's coming from India after a twenty year long training in Japan. With a record of 30 wins and 1 defeat, representing Cola-Pop Co. "The Killer Pacifist" Raj Shan!" A man walked into the ring in an orange buddish robe. He was bald and held some beads in his hands, in a praying position while he walked on in a silent entrance before turning his head toward the crowd.
The referee approached him "Sorry, but I'll need you to hand me your beads until the fight ends." he said holding out his hand toward the fighter. Raj, who had his eyes closed, opened them, and placed the bead with a smile into the referee's hand, then he placed his hands together for another pray as he stared at his opponent, who stared back at him. Both men approached each other. Raj pulled his hands apart and got into a fighting stance with his clenched fist out in front while Vlad remained in place with his hands behind his back, looking intently at the bald man. The referee pocketed the beads and raised his hands up over his head, looking at both of them.
"Hmmmm, I wonder who will win this one" one of the fighters said grinning as he watched through a screen with his arms crossed and a look of excitement.
"FIGHT!" the referee yelled as he brought down his hand. Vlad suddenly launched himself toward Raj at blinding speeds, seemingly appearing in front of him in less than a second. Raj's eyes widened from the sudden attack. The shock made him react poorly, throwing a punch that was much weaker than it normally would have been. A smile appeared on Vlad's face as he dodged the attack and vanished from Raj's line of sight, confusing the bald man before a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. Raj gasped, trying to stop the move, only for Vlad's legs to wrap around his arm, pulling it back with enough force to dislocate Raj's arm as he added more pressure to the choke hold.
"Got you in my trap." Said the russian, squeezing tightly and pulling back on his opponent's arm at the same time. Raj struggled to break free of the hold with his only free hand. Sweat began to form on his face while Vlad smiled, pulling harder and making the larger man gasp out in pain from the hold.
"Huh, that's weird." a person in a V.I.P. area said watching the match, "How can he twist his body like that?"
"He's an ex assassin from the KGB." a man said grinnint from behind, watching the match with the younger man, who stared at him, waiting for an explanation, "He used to be a contoortionist from Russia who later joined the secret police force, training to kill people with his abilities. He is flexible enough to be able to do that without hurting himself." The young man nodded and turned his head toward the fight. The struggling Raj's face was turning red and the crowd watching the match started to yell excited.
"Give up before you pass out." Vlad said with a grin, holding him tightly and squeezing his neck with all the might of his body as he kept pulling on Raj's arm until it was nearly out of the socket. However, the bald man didn't stop to struggle.
"Bad move." the russian smirked and the crowd cheered loudly as Raj seemingly passed out. Vlad kept his smirk, looking at the free arm going limp when Vlad was suddenly struck in the back of his head. The russian felt dizzy and he loosened his grip slightly before another strike knocked him off the bald man. In his dizziness, Vlad looked up holding his head and his eyes widened when he saw it was Raj's foot what had struck him.
"You are not the only one with a flexible body." Raj declared, moving his leg down and moving his supposedly dislocated arm, he looked at a shocked Vlad saying, "I spent twenty years making a new fighting style mixing yoga and Judo." Raj got into his fighting stance and stared down a staggered Vlad, who stood up and put his fist up in front of him with a smile forming on his face.
"I finally get to have a fun fight." Declared the russian before his opponent charged towards him. Vlad leaned back to avoid the attack, he then rotated his hips and slammed his leg into Raj's head. This staggered him and left an opening for Vlad to try another submission, but Raj's reflexes allowed him to flip Vlad over his shoulder. He tried to follow up with a punch, but another kick to his shoulder this time made him back off. Vlad kicked up and looked at Raj, who stood smirking in a defensive stance.
"Don't underestimate me." Raj said charging again towards him, throwing a punch, but Vlad again stepped to the side to avoid it, but he was caught off guard with a punch to the stomach and then a hard elbow made him stumble back. Vlad felt blood running down his face and he looked a Raj smiling wide, licking the blood, a huge grin formed on the russian's face.
"Yeah!, now this is a fight!" Vlad said charging at his opponent, Raj threw another punch at him. Vlad once against vanished from his line of sight, shocking him before letting out a loud yell in pain with a sudden punch to his kidney. Dropping to his knee, Raj was stunned by the hit and was helpless as he watched Vlad walking out in front of him. "I now have you where I want you." Said the russian while cracking his knuckles and slowly started to punch Raj across the face, smirking with the bruises forming on his face and the crowd fell silent from the brutal attack. Raj forced his hands up to try blocking some of the blows and Vlad turned to punching him in the chest a few times with blood running from Raj's lips..
"This fight is over." the fighter said turning away from the screen and out of the room, stopping at the door, "never make Raj taste his blood." Vlad continued to punch his chest and stomach only to feel them slowly getting tighter, not giving to his attacks and confusion filled his head when he noticed this, only for the larger fighter to snag him in a massive choke hold. Vlad was not ready for this and tried to pry open his grip to get away, but Raj just ignored his struggle and stood up. This forced Vlad to his tip toes and struggled harder with the breath leaving his body, struggling more to free himself. But Raj's height made it harder than normal and the bald man arched his back to keep him off the ground even more, Vlad felt himself fading and the world going black. The russian fell limp from the lack of air and hung in Raj's arm, but when the referee was about to check on him. Raj used all his strength suddenly and a sickening cracking sound could be heard through the arena. Raj let go of Vlad, who fell to the ground with a loud thud and the referee checked on him. He gasped looking at Raj walking towards the tunnel and shook his head to clear it.
"The winner by TKO, Raj!" The referee yelled out before the EMTs rushed past the silent man and the crowd was left in a state of shock from this. Raj remained in his trance until reaching the back of the tunnel.
"W-what the?" he said looking around in shock and confustion as the fighter walked up to him smiling wide. "What happened to Vlad?" Raj asked the fighter, but his answer came from the image of Vlad being carted by the EMTs to he hospital of the island. "D-did I lose it again?" he asked with a worried look on his face as the fighter patted his back.
"Yeah, and I knew I wanted to see you again." the fighter said, and turning to look at the tunnel, he streched and got ready for his match with a smile. "You are the reason I came to this fucking tournament,"
TBC
