Hey, King Spike Rules here and here is the next chapter to Kengan Ashure: Next Gen. Sorry for the long wait, came down from a sudden sickness thanks to Denver's weather dropping from 100 to snowing in less then three hours. Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter 14:Blazing Speed.
The crowd was still shocked after the last fight and they didn't look ready for more, but Miyuki stood in the middle of the ring as she stared at them.
"Vlad is being cared for by our doctors and we will give report on his condition later. But the tournament must continue." Loud salsa music began to play and the lights turned off as smoke filled the ring, "Hailing from Brasilia, Brazil, our next fighter comes from the world of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Standing at 6'3 and weighting in at 235 pounds. With a record of 5 wins and no loses. Representing San Jose Saba Schools: "The Amazon Brute." Jose Rocha!" The man who talked to Raj walked out, doing a few high kicks and bouncing around, showing how strong he was. He wore baggy shorts to show off his muscles as he smiled to the crowd.
"Don't worry. I'll show all of you a good time." he smiled and played to the crowd while looking at Miyuki, who smiled and turned back to the crowd.
"And his opponent: From the city of love. Standing at 6'2 and weighting in at 201 pounds. With a record of 13 win and 0 loses. Representing The Paris School of Art. "The Dashing Fighter" Charles Jean!" the French national anthem played as a man walked out in a fencing uniform, but he lacked a saber. He wore a head gear as a mask and he turned to his opponent.
"I would understand if you wanted to call the match off to prevent your pride from being hurt." Charles said staring at Jose, who looked back at him smiling.
"Oh, cocky son of a bitch are you?" Jose bounced around the area and felt ready to fight as the referee walked up to them.
"Fighter's, ready?" he asked them as Jose got into a basic fighting stance while Charles placed his right hand in front of him flat pointed towards Jose, while his left hand was placed behind his back. "FIGHT!" Jose moved forward only to jump back by reflex. Something was wrong. It took a moment to notice his ear was cut. His eyes widened and he looked at Charles, who held his hand out.
"You miss something?" he asked stepping forward and Jose had to back off just as a cut appearwd on his cheek near his eyes.
"How did you do that?" Jose asked looking Charles over, scanning every last inch of his opponent, and his eyes narrowed. He was not being able to clearly figure out what the french man just did. Charles smiled stepping forward and the brazilian moved back, his eyes widening in shock at how a long cut formed across his torso. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what he should do. His back hit the area wall and Charles saw him stop, smiling wide he sprinted and Jose ducked under his opponent. The brazilian rolled out of the way and turned to see in shock that the french man's hand pierced the wall.
"You're faster than i thought." Charles said pulling his hand out and turned to look at Jose, who was sweating a little and stared at him. He still could't figure out what could be going on with this fighter. Charles took the chance and stepped forward, another cut appeared on Jose's chest. Stepping back from his attacker, Jose looked at his cuts on his body and a smile appeared on his face.
"So, that's how you did it." he said as Charles stepped forward for an attack, but this time, the brazilian remained in place and soon his hand shot out of nowhere. Grabbing his opponent's hand and shocking the frenchman with the grab. A smile lit on Jose's face. "You trained your body to move your hands like blades and cut anything with your thrusts."
"Oui, but there's more than just that." Charles said smirking when he took his left hand from behind him and swiped it towards Jose, forcing him to let him go and back off. But the smile was still spread across the brazilian's face and he stood there with his arms out calling him out to attack.
"Well then, on guard Frenchie." Jose said, enraging Charles. The frenchman charged at him with both his hands ready to thrust forward. Jose stepped back, careful to not get cut or hit by Charles attacks. He scanned his movements and noted how he was moving. Seeing that the brazilian was paying too much attention to his arms, Charles used his foot to suddenly kick Jose's foot from under him and knocked him back. Seeing this as his chance, the frenchman moved forward to thrust his hands out towards Jose's throat, but the brazilian just watched him with a smirk on his face.
"You fucked up this time." Jose said, slamming his shins into Charles neck and wrapping his arms around the attacking limb, pulling him hard into a triangle choke. The frenchman's eyes widened in shock, and Jose smirked while trying to force the breath out of his opponent's lungs. Charles did not take this well and instantly thrusted his right hand towards Jose's neck. Seeing this, Jose pulled his neck back to hide from the attack, but his eyes widened with pain as blood spilled all over the floor. Looking up, Jose saw Charles stabbing his leg and was trying to rip a large gash into the limb. The brazilian let go and rolled away. After cheking his leg, Jose looked back up at Charles, who smirked in response.
"You left your guard open, so I took my chance." Charles said putting his blood covered hand in front of him, and with a swift motion, he threw it down, letting the droplets hit the ground. This action made Jose realize who he was fighting, and a smile appeared on his face.
"You are a fencer who trained to make his moves work for unarmed fights." Jose said cracking his knuckles as he stared at Charles. The frenchman smiled back at him as his hand went behind his back, before charging at Jose again. The brazilian stepped back, watching his moves for a few more moments, before his eyes flashed in excitement. Charles was thrown back by this and Jose took this opening to slip behind him, wrapping his arms around the frenchman's own. This motion made Charles's arms to move out of place, then Jose wrapped his legs around him, securing his opponent and pulling his arms back, which caused massive pain in Charles's arms.
"Quit, and I'll let you go." Jose said holding his opponent tightly as he pulled harder, causing even more pain to shoot through the frenchman's body. But Charles refused to give up, his eyes bugging out and his teeth clenched tightly. Charles took a step forward, and then another, confusing Jose to pull back on his arms, making him yell out in even more pain. Suddenly, Charles charged backwards and Jose realized what he was doing, frantically pulling back on his arms harder. But it was no use and his opponent slammed his back into the wall, pressing Jose hard against the wall and nearly knocking him out. He held the frenchman tightly and pulled harder on his arms to force him to give up, forcing grunts of pain to escape Charles mouth as he clenched his teeth tighter.
"Ji." Charles yelled out running back and slamming Jose into the wall again, moving forward and charging back to do it a third time. Jose held on, wincing from his back slamming into the wall and holding his arms with even more force. Charles shook his head hard, forcing himself to ignore the pain and ran back to slam Jose into the wall. Charles moved forward and staggered, his face red from the pain he was in but he was not quitting. He looked up at the crowd, hearing them cheer him on, and he started to charge backwards for a fifth try to break free from the hold.
"Desculpe." Jose muttered and pulled with all his might, then, two loud popping sounds where heard through the arena. Charles stopped in his tracks screaming in pain as he looked at the ceiling before falling forward on the ground. Jose let him go and stood up, looking down at him while the referee looked him over.
"The winner by knock out, Jose Rocha!" the referee yelled out, then he called for help as Jose turned to walk through the tunnel, walking past the EMTs and looking at the end where Raj was standing, watching him walk away from the ring.
"So, was that as fun as you thought it would be?" Raj asked. A disappointed look spread across his face.
"Nope, he was much weaker than I thought." Jose said turning and walking down the hall. Leaving a confused Raj there and a smile appeared on his face. "But him not giving up was a great show." Jose said as he continued, walking past Abyss who watched him go across the hall and leave before turning around to head towards the ring, where his match was about to start.
TBC.
That is it for this chapter and I hope you enjoyed reading it. The next chapter will have plot build before we resume the matches.
