Now in the underground arena, I am stretching myself to prepare for my second fight.
I am quite giddy because even if the previous fight was quite painful it was also very enjoyable fighting in the limits. I think I am becoming some kind of battle maniac, but whatever. Let's concentrate on the fight right now.
Doing the same trick as the previous time I covered my face with my hand just making tiny a crack with my fingers. I started to analyze my opponent.
According to the announcer, my opponent's name is Drake and he has a total of 12 wins and 4 losses. He has at least 2.07 meters of height and is a good deal heavier than me. By his posture and the way his muscles are built, I would guess he is a grappler. There may be some hidden moves there, but now is not time to speculate now is time to fight. it appears that the announcer agrees with me.
"And I declare that the Fifth match of the night can now BEGIN"(Announcer).
Drake started the match running towards me and aiming a right kick to my left leg. Not having much time to counter-attack I bring my leg up a little bit and I was able to block his kick, but the impact was stronger than ie expected and I almost lost a little bit of equilibrium.
He tries to follow up his attack, sadly for him, I was already aiming a kick back at him with my right leg. He uses his arms to stop the kick aimed at his ribs and somehow grips my leg. Shit. While Drake is gripping my right leg I use my other one as an impulse and jump punch on his, thankfully my punch landed on his face making him loosen his grip a bit, using this opportunity I take my leg off his clutches.
But Drake uses this opportunity to swipe my other leg and make me lose my equilibrium, and then I fall to the ground. My mind immediately screams at me, falling to the ground in a fight is practically a death sentence. And Drake proves me right when he jumps on top of me locking my right arm, and for the first time in the arena my adversary talked:
"Give up or I am gonna break it."(Drake).
Sorry dude but I don't have the words give up on my dictionary, it's do or do not. No middle ground and no giving up.
"Go ahead. I am not giving up."(Jin).
He just looks at me quite surprised but he proceeds to break my arms, Drake exerting a bit more strength, and then *crack*, the sound of my right arm breaking.
Pain.
To mutch pain.
Get yourself together, you need to exit this grip and hold he has on you. With a last-ditch effort and the fact that my arm was broken, I was able to somewhat remove it from Drake's grip. Using my other arm I do a turnaround and hit drake in the face with the strongest I could muster elbow blow.
He coils a little bit and I can see that his nose is broken, and there is definitely some blood oozing down his nose. But when I was going to follow with another attack he punched me on the stomach, hard.
I suddenly felt the taste fo blood on my mouth, seeing that fighting on the ground against a grappler si an extremely bad idea I send a kick with my right leg towards Drake with the objective of gaining some space, the kick connected and I was able to push him back a little.
Using the opportunity I got up, I've already got the message that I shouldn't fight this guy on the ground. Better try to have the fight when we both are up. Sadly I have a broken arm now, so my attack power was reduced quite greatly, but my adversary also has some pretty good damage on him, his broken nose is a very good indicator of the strikes he took.
We eye each other a bit, but this time I cease the initiative aiming a left hook towards his chin. Drake was about o bring up his arms defending from my attack, but the strength behind the attack hurt his arms a little bit. He didn't wait and aims a low kick towards my left leg, I didn't have any time to dodge so I brought my leg up a little and tried to take a strike in all manners but head-on so it won't to break my shin right now, this guy could easily capitalize on something like that.
I send another left hook but his time I was aiming for his liver, Drake expecting a strike on the head brought up his arms leaving his chest quite open, my strike connected and made the guy spit blood and buckled backward a little.
I followed with a left kick on his ribs, and I could feel some of them breaking or cracking. Drake sends me a silent scream of pain, and proceed to send a rick kick aimed at my left leg. This time I didn't have much to react and had to take his kick head-on, it didn't break my shin bones but I think they definitely cracked. I winced in pain.
But when Drake went closer to me probably aiming to swipe my feet and bring the fight to his domain, the ground, I did something unexpected. Gathering the spit and blood in my mouth I spit everything on Drake's face distracting him for a second. And using his distraction I aimed a left hook at his chin.
He took my hook head-on, but not before trying to retaliate sending a punch to my broken right arm. Fuck, it hurts like hell.
He tumbled on the ground, but this time I didn't lower my guard like last time. and thank god I didn't because he got up almost a little too soon. I didn't wait for him to recuperate, I was already sending a powerful right leg kick aiming at his head, he was able to move up his arms a bit awkwardly which ended up being very bad for him, as my kick carried both all the weight and strength I could muster. It broke his arm.
I didn't wait for him and followed up with another right leg kick roughly in the same place, this time he didn't have the time nor the mindset to block my attack and ended up unconscious. The fight ended. I won.
At this time the adrenaline cursing through my body starts reducing and I could finally hear the loud crowd and announcer again. The worse was the pain of my wounds, but I guess some [Ripple] sessions and some days of rest and I am good.
"And another spectacular fight thanks to our fighter Kujo. A round of applause everyone, for this spectacular fight."(Announcer).
Guess that is my cue to get out of here if what I know about those VIPs is that they are fickle, and I don't want to spark the interest of any of them be it positive and negative.
I faltered in my walk for a bit, the wounds becoming a little more apparent now than before. but I quickly hid everything under my act, copying people's behavior is just to damm useful for these kinds of things, heck it's even useful to copy a negotiator's body language and mannerisms to help me in buying and haggling things.
Picking up the results of my bet and my money I start my road back home, always alert as it won't do for me to be mugged just after fighting like this.
Soon I reached my home and I could drop the act. I am just in pain, a lot of it. But this time I have enough mental strength to lay on my bed before taking a long deep breath and using [Ripple] to heal my body a little bit.
Then the tiredness of the fight and the day started catching up to me and I simply blacked out.