Chapter 9 is here people. This is it the fight that everyone's been waiting for! Read it, review it, and tell me what you people think. This is just here for people to enjoy. Enjoy! :)
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Chapter 9: Next Round
Things were getting really intense. It was only the end of the first round and things got intense real fast. By now the Kristoff fans and his friends were starting to have they're doubts if Kristoff could even win.
"Hey! I can't hear you guys cheering!" Gobber shouted at the gang. "Cheer for him! It could help."
"He's Right!" Hiccup shouted too. "Let's give it all we got, and cheer for Kristoff!"
"But, Kristoff took such a beating in the first round." Sandy said in disbelief and doubt.
"We've never seen anything like it before." Aster said also in doubt.
"Hans is incredibly strong." Tooth had a sad face on her face.
"What are you talking about!?" Gobber shouted. Kristoff can do it!"
"That's right! The coach is with him, remember!?" Hiccup shouted.
"Yeah! If anyone can pull this off it's Kristoff!" Astrid agreed.
"Yeah so what are we so worried about!?" Elsa agreed.
Anna just put her hands in a prayer position. "Please. Please come back to me in one piece Kristoff." She whispered.
The whistle sounded and echoed the room. "Time to start Round 2!" The announcer bellowed. The crowd goes wild of applauds. Kristoff places the mouth protection in his teeth. His face showed determination. North, with a look of defeat on his face, pondered with his thoughts.
"This is no time to curse myself for being powerless. All I can do for him is encourage him." North thought to himself. North approached Kristoff.
"Kristoff!"
"Hmm?"
He places his fist on Kristoffs back (Gently. He didn't punch him.). "Put some spirit into it!"
Just hearing North's words was enough to encourage his friends.
"All right!" Sandy shouted.
"Go for it Kristoff!" Aster cheered.
"Coach!" Kristoff turned.
"Go get him, champ!" North smiled.
Pretty soon all the Kristoff fans got their hops back and cheered louder than ever. The second round begins! The two boxers took their positions.
"He's aiming to become the best in the world. To be Jack Frost successor." North thought to himself. "If he can't become the world champion it won't be because of misfortune. It would be because I led him astray. It would be my fault." North was worried but still tried to keep his hopes up.
Kristoff had his guard up and focus, while Hans just slouched and taunted him. Hans wasn't even taking this seriously. Jack just watched waiting for either one to strike. Kristoff moves first. Only this time he uses his speed of his footwork. Hans was indeed taken back by all this. Kristoff was indeed very fast. But Hans still didn't think Kristoff was at all a challenge.
"You wanna prolong the inevitable?" Hans smirked.
"Kristoff." North stared at the match.
"North. What you taught me, I'm going to pull it all out. So keep your eyes open!" Kristoff thought to himself. "Your boxing will work against this Bastard!"
"Using you feet isn't going to help." Hans thought to himself. His smirk still sinister. "It'll end this round!"
Kristoff continues to use his footwork. Watching Kristoff move like that was a mystery of the outcome. The crowd says, "I don't really remember seeing Kristoff's footwork before." "H-He's fast."
"Good. Stick with the basics for now." North thought. "Use your legs to move around your opponent while moving to the left. And then-"
North's thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound of a punch. Hans punched Kristoff so hard it stopped his rhythm.
"I told you it wouldn't work on me!" Hans' thoughts boasted. Hans then went in for the attack. He went into a rush forcing Kristoff to go on the defense.
"Don't get carried away-" Kristoff's thoughts were rudely interrupted by Hans' punches. Hans kept up the rush of punches until Kristoff was once again cornered.
Hans then goes for the kill to finish him. "You're not getting away this time!" Hans smiled sinisterly. "Now DIE!"
"Oh no!" Hiccup and Astrid said in unity.
"Kristoff!" Anna cried.
But just when Hans was about to finish him off, Kristoff threw a fast left jab at the face. Hans was blown away by this. He was in total awe. But before he could figure out why, Kristoff went into a rush of left jabs at Hans' face. Hans couldn't focus.
"Day after day, I was made to run like horse." Kristoff thought to himself while fighting. "Like is was the only thing I was good for. I was forced to use my left arm over and over."
Thinking on all the good times he trained with North. Kristoff then delivered a hard left jab. Kritoff was able to push back and away from the ropes. Hans then got irritated. Hans then moved in to attack back.
"Trying to get away with your little tricks again?" Hans smirked. "No way is it EVER going to work on me!"
Then his sinister look changed to shock as Kristoff was now using his foot work one more time. This time he was much faster. Hans was then got nervous. Desperately he threw a punch to get him off track. But Kristoff was just too fast. Then Kristoff threw his left jabs again. Fast and hard. Tracing a circle around Hans. All Hans could do was to crouch down and defend himself. But the fast strength of Kristoff's punches were getting too great for take. Eventually Hans would fall.
The crowd was awe inspired by this turn of events. "Whoa he's fast!" "He's even more quicker than he was before!"
"KICK HIS ASS!" The gang shouted in unison.
"He's fast." Duke Weselton thought to himself.
"I didn't think he'd be this fast." Snotlout said.
"Is it me or is he faster than the guys in our weight class?" Tuff asked.
"It's true." Ruff responded. "I don't even know if I could keep up with him."
Kristoff kept attack Hans and pinning him down. North focused on the match with great precision. "I remember when I met him, I knew he had enough strength to become the World Champion." North thought to himself. "I didn't force him to work on his legs, his left, and the other basics to help him conquer the world. I did it to over come a greater obstacle. To over come the obstacle I knew he would run into. It was for this moment!"
Kristoff was no longer using his footwork but he kept up the pacing of his left jabs. Hans was stammered and tried to force himself in. Kristoff throws another left jab at Hans' face once again. But Hans just then took it and pushed his head against it to attack Kristoff back. Hans was getting really pissed off. But Kristoff stood his ground, positioned himself and threw a right jab, good and hard, right in Hans' face. The force of the impact sent Hans flying back.
"He threw himself backwards to reduce the damange!?" Kristoff wondered. "Well looks like you can't keep up with my speed!" Then Kristoff picked up the pacing of his speed. "Welcome to HELL!"
Hans was shocked at what was happening.
"I'll feed you so many punches that you won't have a chance to fight back!" Kristoff's thoughts were determined. "You'll be defeated without knowing what hit you!"
Duke just stared blankly, uninterested. "He's fast. Very fast indeed. But it still doesn't change anything. Because Hans is much faster that him!"
And he wasn't kidding. Hans then smiled sinisterly again. Regaining his footing, he moved much faster than Kristoff. This took Kristoff by surprise, but he kept gruding on. But sadly Hans struck faster and stronger. Kristoff was in a daze.
"Kristoff!" Hiccup shouted.
"Kristoff, no!" Anna cried out. She was on the verge of tears.
"Kristoff!" North shouted.
It happened. Kristoff fell to the floor in a daze. This left his friends in shock and disbelief. Hans scored a down. Hans just walked back to his corner, with a smug look, leaning against the corner all laid back. Jack didn't want to do it. But had to. He had to start the count. But before he did Kristoff leapt up.
"What the hell!?" He mumbled to himself.
The fight goes on. The two boxers took the fighting positions. Once again Kristoff had his guard up and focus, while Hans just slouched and taunted him.
"He was able to score a down on me?" Kristoff thought to himself. He threw a counter at me when I was moving at top speed." It was almost too much to believe. "He's faster than me!?"
Kristoff! In front of you!" North called out.
Hans came roaring in with a fast left and right swings. Kristoff managed to dodge it. "He's faster than me!? There's no way in Hell!"
Kristoff decided to take the initiative and fight back. Pretty soon both of them were exchanging punches and dodging each other. A high speed fight is impossible to keep up with. The crowds were stunned with awe. "This was worth coming to see!" "You don't usually see speed like this in the heavier weight classes."
They kept this up for a few more seconds. But once again Hans gains the up head. Each time Kritoff punches Hans dodges it. Each time Hans punches Kritoff gets hit. The equilibrium in the stalemate seems to have broken. While the Hans fans cheer in delight, the Kristoff fan gasp in disbelief. "Why are only Hans' punches landing!?" "He's faster than Kristoff!?"
Duke just watches. "Kristoff was moving even faster than he was before. He's probably even moving faster than Hans was." Duke smirls. "But that's nothing. Because Hans will always be at the top."
North watched with worry. "There's no difference in their actual speed. But Hans clearly has the advantage in every exchange! It's the experience! By the time be Hans became Rookie Champion, he was used to fighting against faster and powerful boxers! But on the other hand Kristoff is fighting someone who is comparable to himself for the first time! He's stumbling around in the unexplored territory!"
"How does it feel Kristoff? To know that you've probably never seen anyone as strong as you, or stronger than you?" Duke thought to himself. "As talented as you are, it's unfortunate for you that you were born as a weakling." Duke smiled sinisterly.
Hans then began to pick up speed as he once again pinned Kristoff against the ropes. All of Kristoff's friends were in total shock. Kristoff still stood there taking the blows. That is until another blow put him into a daze and another blow scored Hans another down. The Kristoff fans were shocked by all this. Hans then raised his arms proudly at the sight of his handiwork. One more down and it's Game Over.
"Damn! He got nailed while he was out of it!" Sandy was in total shock.
"He might not get up from that one!" Aster was worried.
"Kristoff!" Hiccup said.
"Oh Kristoff!" Anna began to cry tears. "Please get up! Please be okay!" Tears ran down her cheeks.
Jack was also shocked and felt sorry for his friend. As much as he tried to resist, he was referee.
"ONE!" He counted. "TWO!"
"Kristoff! Kristoff wake up!" North called. "Kristoff!"
Then all the Kristoff fans decided to man up and cheer. "Get up, Kristoff!" They all shouted his name over and over again. "KRISTOFF!"
"THREE! FOUR!"
Hans just laid back. Smug smile across his face. He was sure he'd won.
"FIVE! SIX!"
Then, as if by a miracle, Kristoff started to stand up. "He's moving!" "He's getting up!"
"SEVEN! EIGHT!" But Jack stops and smiles as he sees his raise both of his arms and stands as if in response to his fans' call. Every Kristoff fan roared in excitement. But there was still 40 seconds left of round 2.
"Impressive mental strength." Duke comment in his mind. "But there's still forty seconds left. Will you be able to make it? I think not!"
"Oh come on. Can't this guy stay down like a good weakling?" Hans was annoyed as he approached his opponent.
"Box!" Jack shouted as he stepped back.
Hans, feeling like he could finish this in less than 40 seconds, attacked with left punched. But then, surprisingly Kristoff ducked under like it was nothing while still moving forward. Then Kristoff landed on the ropes.
"He's unconscious!" North's thoughts shouted.
"He's still out cold!" Aster shouted.
"He only got up because he was responding to our call!" Sandy said in disbelief.
"Look behind you! Behind you!" Hiccup called.
All of Kristoff's fans were shouteing to try and get him out of his daze.
"What a ruckus." Kristoff's thoughts in his dazed state. "Wait. What supposed to be behind me, again?" His mind was now on par with a child's. But he quickly snapped back into reality when saw Hans, in HIS frustration throw a right hard punch. Kristoff dodged it just in time. "What the Hell!? Why is he on the offensive all of a sudden!? And what's with that cocky look!? A few seconds ago he looked pissed, now he's back to that smug!" Kristoff then decided to fight back. "That's it! You dead you son of a-" But when he threw his right Hans just stepped back lightly forcing Kristoff to miss. "What the-!?" What happened!?" He soon got his answer when he looked down. His legs were a wobbly. "My legs won't listen to me. What's going on!?"
"He doesn't realize he went down!" Aster was in a panic.
"30 seconds left!" Hiccup was also in a panic.
Hans charged for the attack, but Kristoff dodges.
"What just happened!? I don't remember what happened! But I'm so shaky right now that I might collapse! I can't throw a single punch with any power behind it! What do I do!?" Kristoff's thoughts were in a panic.
"The WBC doesn't end in a TKO after three downs." Snoutlout point out. "But still, he'll be in serious trouble if he goes down again!"
Hans kept throwing punches left and right, but Kristoff stayed focused and dodged each one of them.
"Squirming around like a bitch, are we?" Hans was getting pissed. "You're not gonna make it to the next round dodging like a stupid girl like that!"
In a desperate attempt to finish him, Hans forces himself in with his shoulder pinning Kristoff into a corner. Kristoff was trapped with nowhere to run. This was another action that caused the fans to be suspicious of Hans. Even Hans' fans were getting to that point.
"Damnit!" Kristoff thought.
Hans smirked wildly. "It's all over-"
But then, in a surprising twist, Kristoff grabs Hans by the face. Forcing Hans back. Then he struck Hans in the face trying to push him away. Hans in his frustration tries to strike back. Kristoff tries to counter back but Hans then does that move where he bends his torso do dodge any up coming punches. Smug all the way.
"A perfect example of a textbook left." Duke commented a little. "But it won't connect. The very methodology of modern boxing can't beat Hans." Duke smirked.
"You can't even touch me with that left of yours." Hans smirked. "Everybody has tried to hit me straight on. But it-"
Suddenly, as if by a miracle Kristoff's left was able to connect. Duke was then in shock. "He got him!" A fan shouted.
"W-what!? Did I screw up the distance?" Hans was shocked. He tried it again, but Kristoff took his stance and increased his speed allow him to hit Hans in the face twice. Everyone was in total awe. Duke most of all. He could hardly believe his eyes. The dodging technique he and Hans developed, that never failed in a single match, was NOW starting to fail.
"Close in with every step while the opponent is trying to dodge. An incredibly precise left, thrown while stepping forward." North acknowledged. He was amazed by Kristoff's moves.
"I think I get it know. My body knew what to do." Kristoff wondered. "Before I could even think about it I knew what to do! Because of a punch I've thrown hundreds of thousands of times! Yes! I get it NOW!"
Hans once again does his bend over dodging trick. But Kristoff moves in forward to get the precise distance.
"That's the left I taught him!" North recognizes.
And just like that, Kristoff launched a fast, hard, good left jab at Hans. Forcing him to ground and scoring a down.
Jack runs in between. "Down!" He announces.
All of Kristoff's fans go wild, while the Hans fans are in shock. All of the friends were especially happy. Anna breathed a sigh of relief. She was so happy and over joyed. Kristoff returned to his natural corner. Breathing heavily.
Jack already started the count and got to six. "SEVEN!"
Suddenly Hans got right back up and very easily.
"Didn't it hurt him!?" "Even the way he stands up is stupid!"
Hans was pissed. Never before had he been beaten down like that. And with that pissed off look he was now determined to get revenge.
"He got up after taking one of Kristoff's punches!" Ruff was surprised.
"He didn't fall from damage." Snotlout pointed out.
"The punch just pushed him down while he was off balance." Tuff explained. But look on the bright side. Kristoff's got a second wind now!"
"Box!" Jack shouted and moved away. The match resumes. Or so anyone would think. The bell rings! Round 2 is over. Jack jumps in and stops them from proceeding. But Hans and Kristoff were close enough to glare at each other. Both with a pissed off look in their eyes and faces. Kristoff with a determined but angry look too taken down Hans for using Anna's feeling. Hans just had an all pissed of glare for someone actually being able to his equal. Hans hates equals and well as superiors. Easy wins have always been his style. But not today this was the day Hans would meet his match!
Chapter 9 done. Holy Crap things are getting more intense as we go! What will the out come be? Read it, review it, and tell me what you people think. Thank you so much. :)