Post by Rated R on Feb 20, 2008 15:37:23 GMT -5
Announcer: And on this side of the circle, a newcomer to our ranks, Trace Demon.
I stand there, in the outskirts of a small town in Mexico, the sun blazing down upon me, sweat drips from my brow and the wind kicks the sand up into the air, causing me to start coughing, trust me to turn up here after busting a criminal organization.
Voice: Get your mind of the fight.
Right. I was meant to hang around in New York for a while, and wait for Kara and her government group to call, but that was over a month ago, so I came down to Mexico for a few days to blow some steam off after the events Superbrawl, and it’s a few days until my next match.
Voice: The fight!
I know. Mexico may not be famous for much other than the crazy laws, and the chance of getting drunk anytime you want, but they have some of the best fight clubs around, and I thought I would check one out.
I walk into the middle of the circle which has been made by white tape, each step making a footprint in the sand. The man standing in front of me is meant to be one of the best, just less than 7 feet tall and fists the size of my head, well, nearly.
Announcer: Fight!
The guy comes at me fast, his right hook flies at me, only just giving me enough time to dodge the blow, and get a quick jab in to the ribs. The jab doesn’t do much, and within seconds he throws another right, this time grazing the right side of my skull, causing me to fall back, only just giving me enough time to put my arm up and stop my fall. Another punch flies past the left of my head, which I manage to dodge.
The crowd, all twenty of them, are shouting at the other guy, the only words I can make out are “Kill him” which doesn’t help my chances much. I crouch down, waiting for his next attack, a trickle of blood rolls down the side of my face where his fist grazed me. He lunges, this time if left fist coming at me. I jump to the right and bring my right hand out, connecting with the side of his skull, he falls to the floor and I jump at him, trapping his right hand under my left knee, ensuring there is some force behind it. My right fist comes down, colliding with his head; another fist is followed by another, all colliding. Within moments he is out cold and I am being pulled back.
Everyone is screaming, and all I see is the announcer checking on the other fighter, blood is pouring from a crack in his skull, and his nose is obviously broken.
Voice: I think you have a talent here.
I think I may do.
Announcer: The winner, Trace Demon.
The announcer raises my arm and people start shouting at me, a lot of people bet on the other guy, and it is obvious that they lost their money. I can hear a sound above my head, and looking up I can see a black figure coming down from the sky, the sun slightly blinding me.
Trace: What the hell?
People start to run in all directions and I realize what the black figure is.
Voice: Is that a helicopter?
Correct, and a government one at that. What are the chances that this illegal fight club would get busted? The helicopter lands a few feet in front of me, and I decide not to run as soon as I see who is on the copter.
Kara: So, we finally found you.
She is wearing really tight jeans that show off her curves beautifully, especially her… sorry, got a little bit distracted there.
Voice: I don’t mind, just let me look.
You’re such a pervert.
Voice: So, at least I have fun.
Turning my attention back to matters in hand.
Trace: Looks that way, doesn’t it.
Kara: I thought I told you to stay in New York.
Trace: That was a month ago.
Kara: I got clogged under by paperwork.
I let out a laugh, realizing that there is still blood running down the right of my head. I pay no notice however, blood is only blood.
Trace: So what are you doing with Kite and his nut jobs?
Kara: Well, Kite and Roxy are both in a high security prison, and Brute is still in hospital. Your punches did a number on him.
Voice: See and you thought Violence was unhelpful.
Trace: What do you want Kara?
Kara: That’s no way to talk to someone baring good news.
Trace: What news?
Kara: We have one of them.
My heart skips a beat. I look up at her, already knowing who she is talking about.
Trace: Seriously.
Kara: Yep, we’ve got one of the Disciples.
Now there’s a word I never thought I would ever hear again.
I stand there, in the outskirts of a small town in Mexico, the sun blazing down upon me, sweat drips from my brow and the wind kicks the sand up into the air, causing me to start coughing, trust me to turn up here after busting a criminal organization.
Voice: Get your mind of the fight.
Right. I was meant to hang around in New York for a while, and wait for Kara and her government group to call, but that was over a month ago, so I came down to Mexico for a few days to blow some steam off after the events Superbrawl, and it’s a few days until my next match.
Voice: The fight!
I know. Mexico may not be famous for much other than the crazy laws, and the chance of getting drunk anytime you want, but they have some of the best fight clubs around, and I thought I would check one out.
I walk into the middle of the circle which has been made by white tape, each step making a footprint in the sand. The man standing in front of me is meant to be one of the best, just less than 7 feet tall and fists the size of my head, well, nearly.
Announcer: Fight!
The guy comes at me fast, his right hook flies at me, only just giving me enough time to dodge the blow, and get a quick jab in to the ribs. The jab doesn’t do much, and within seconds he throws another right, this time grazing the right side of my skull, causing me to fall back, only just giving me enough time to put my arm up and stop my fall. Another punch flies past the left of my head, which I manage to dodge.
The crowd, all twenty of them, are shouting at the other guy, the only words I can make out are “Kill him” which doesn’t help my chances much. I crouch down, waiting for his next attack, a trickle of blood rolls down the side of my face where his fist grazed me. He lunges, this time if left fist coming at me. I jump to the right and bring my right hand out, connecting with the side of his skull, he falls to the floor and I jump at him, trapping his right hand under my left knee, ensuring there is some force behind it. My right fist comes down, colliding with his head; another fist is followed by another, all colliding. Within moments he is out cold and I am being pulled back.
Everyone is screaming, and all I see is the announcer checking on the other fighter, blood is pouring from a crack in his skull, and his nose is obviously broken.
Voice: I think you have a talent here.
I think I may do.
Announcer: The winner, Trace Demon.
The announcer raises my arm and people start shouting at me, a lot of people bet on the other guy, and it is obvious that they lost their money. I can hear a sound above my head, and looking up I can see a black figure coming down from the sky, the sun slightly blinding me.
Trace: What the hell?
People start to run in all directions and I realize what the black figure is.
Voice: Is that a helicopter?
Correct, and a government one at that. What are the chances that this illegal fight club would get busted? The helicopter lands a few feet in front of me, and I decide not to run as soon as I see who is on the copter.
Kara: So, we finally found you.
She is wearing really tight jeans that show off her curves beautifully, especially her… sorry, got a little bit distracted there.
Voice: I don’t mind, just let me look.
You’re such a pervert.
Voice: So, at least I have fun.
Turning my attention back to matters in hand.
Trace: Looks that way, doesn’t it.
Kara: I thought I told you to stay in New York.
Trace: That was a month ago.
Kara: I got clogged under by paperwork.
I let out a laugh, realizing that there is still blood running down the right of my head. I pay no notice however, blood is only blood.
Trace: So what are you doing with Kite and his nut jobs?
Kara: Well, Kite and Roxy are both in a high security prison, and Brute is still in hospital. Your punches did a number on him.
Voice: See and you thought Violence was unhelpful.
Trace: What do you want Kara?
Kara: That’s no way to talk to someone baring good news.
Trace: What news?
Kara: We have one of them.
My heart skips a beat. I look up at her, already knowing who she is talking about.
Trace: Seriously.
Kara: Yep, we’ve got one of the Disciples.
Now there’s a word I never thought I would ever hear again.