54 Mr. White and Roo (2/2)
Clerk: Shitty brat try to give the younger generation some advice and play it off see if I care you die.
When I register I get a number? I will be fighter number 9. To fight Harlon who is the champion I will have to fight my way through to the top. I go to the waiting room and see several fighters. All from different backgrounds. They all have one thing in common they are all older than I am.
Fighter: 1 check out number 9 this is not a playground kid.
Fighter 2: Yeah go back to your mommy.
Fighter 3: I hope I get number 9 I could use a goodwarm up exercise.
They all laugh I do not pay them any attention. The weakest dogs always bark the loudest. It looks like this is place were the rich come and bet watch fighter fight in a coliseum like the Romans for their amusement. A while late the MC comes out.
MC: Good evening Ladies and gentlemen I am your Host for tonight my name is Marcello today we have 16 fighters who will battle it out. The winner will face our Champion fora 1 million dollar cash prize and honor of saying that he is the best.
Crowd: YAY!
We start off with our first fight. The fighters will be chosen at random. In the red corner weighing in a 230-pound 6 foot 2 inches. They call him the mad Dog. Number 4 Nox Jones.
Crowd: Yay
Marcello: And in the Blue corner weighing in at 6 foot 5 inches and 250 pound. His amigos call him the Super Mex He is number 12 Carlos Rivera
Crowd: Yay
Marcello:The rules are simple you are only allowed to use Martial arts and Dou qui. Other than that, there are no rules. NOW LET'S GET READY TO SEE SOME BLOOD!
Crowd: Yay
The bell rings and the match starts. Nox's fighting style seem to be like a kickboxer while Carlos seems to be a master of Luche Libre. Nox lands several shots on Carlos with punches and kicks but Carlos does seem to be affected at all. He throws Nox into the ropes. When Nox comes back he uses and arm cross bar and hits Nox in throat.
Carlos: FLYING ELBOW DROP!
Nox: AHHHHHHH!
Nox is stunned Than Carlos picks up Nox on his back.
Carlos: This Is why they call me The Super Mex. BACK BREAKER!
Carlos bends Nox and his spine snaps. He cannot move anymore let on alone fight, He will probably never be able to walk again.
Marcello: THE WINNER CARLOS RIIIVVVEERRRRAAAAAA!
Carlos: YEAHHH ARE YOU NOT ENTERAINED !
The crowd cheers and Nox is carried off to god knows where. The second match begins and A man name Patrick Harris beets Ivan Andropov. That one is bloody.More fights happen and it turns out I am in the last match of the first round.
Marcello: In the red corner at 6 feet weighing in at 200 pounds even Number 13 Robert Lewis and in the Blue corner at 5 foot 10 inches weighing in at 172 pound. He is youngest person to fight in the tournament in history at 15 years old. He is number 9 Zentora Shade. I come in.
Crowd; What is this
Crowd member 2:Well that kid is dead.
Marcello: FIGHT!
Robert: Putting me up against a kid this will be to easy.
Zen: Can we get this over I am in a bad mood.
Robert: Who am I to question if the kid wants to meet his maker I will be happy to oblige. DON'T BLAME KID BUT DIE!
Robert puts qui into his fist and charge at me. He wants to attack me with that amount and think he can beat me. I snort at his attempt, Isprint in front of him fuse qui in my foot and do a round house kick to his face. He laid out like a stack of bricks. Not even moving. I wish I got a stronger guy I did not get to vent at all.
Marcello:...….
Crowd:...…
Other Fighters:....
Marcello: WOW THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING ZENTORA KNOCKED OUT ROBERT LEWIS WITH A SINGLE KICK. IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE DARK HORSE IN THIS TOURNAMENT AND HIS NAME IS ZENTORA SHADE!
Crowd: SHADE SHADE SHADE SHADE !
I look up and see a kid a couple of years older than me in a box seat. He is a red head and has green eyes he big for his age. Dude has been taking his vitamins. He also has a Championship belt Around his waist. That must be Harlon.
Harlon: Looks like I got a little competition this time around.