Zachary: ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE OUR NEXT FIGHTERS! THE FIRST TO ENTER THE RING IS THIS MAN! HIS SKILLS WHEN IT COMES TO BOXING IS SAID TO BE UNMATCHED! HE HAS DOMINATED THE SUPER MIDDLEWEIGHT IN THE PUBLIC EYE FOR YEARS, WITH NO SIGNS OF SLOWING DOWN! SOME PEOPLE EVEN RUMOR THAT HE HAS THE POWER IT TAKES TO TAKE OVER THIS ORGANIZATION! HOW TRUE ARE THESE RUMORS? WHAT DO THE STRIKES OF SUCH A MAN LOOK LIKE? STANDING IN AT 182 CENTIMETERS AND WEIGHING IN AT 75 KILOGRAMS, ENTERING WITH 40 WINS AND 2 LOSSES. PLEASE WELCOME "THE DRAGON OF HEAVEN," JOSEPH ZYALUSSSS!!
Walking into the ring with nothing but shorts and wrapping around his wrists, Joseph soaked in the attention the audience gave him. He wore a smug smile before meeting Zachary at the center. They both nodded to one another before Joseph cracked his knuckles, jumping in place.
Joseph: How have you been able to do all that screaming and narrating for every round today?
Zachary: I'm just lucky I don't need to commentate every little bit. Zenzo makes my job easier.
Joseph: Maybe have him come out to do one of these introductions.
Zachary: I'd rather not.
Zachary and Joseph chuckled before Zachary cleared his throat and aimed his free arm at the opposing entrance.
Zachary: AND THIS MAN IS HIS OPPONENT! HIS OPPONENTS THAT SAW HIS HELMET SAY THEY LOST BY THE TIME THEY ENTER THE RING! HE IS BY FAR ONE OF THE FIGHTERS WITH SOME OF THE LONGEST HISTORY IN THE MATCHES, FIGHTING EVEN WHILE HE WAS NOTHING BUT A TEENAGER! WILL THIS FINALLY BE HIS MOMENT TO SHINE? WILL HIS SWORD SKILLS OUTSHINE THOSE BEFORE HIM? WAIT AND FIND OUT! STANDING IN AT 184 CENTIMETERS AND WEIGHING IN AT 82 KILOGRAMS, COMING IN WITH 64 WINS AND 5 LOSSES! PLEASE WELCOME "THE HELLWALKER" ABRAHAM ONEIROIIII!!!
Walking out with his sword at his waist, Abraham entered the ring with his prized helmet and sweater. Outside of his helmet, his attire seemed far too casual for the ring, yet not a single person in the ring was put off by his appearance. Joseph smirked as he watched Abraham walk up to him, both meeting the other's gaze.
Joseph: Nice get up. You planning on going to a convention after this?
Abraham: I only intend to go to a dinner! And you are standing in my way!
Joseph: You can just forfeit right now, that would make time go by faster.
Abraham: While that is true… that would be against the heart of a warrior!
Lorisian: Haha! I like yond knave!
Jason: I can tell. He has some of your spunk.
Lorisian: He seemeth to beest a modern day knight! I am quite interest'd in seeing how he performs.
The referee walks between both Joseph and Abraham, both standing tall and staring the other down.
Referee: It seems both of you seem to be full of energy. So without further ado… FIGHTERS! ENTER YOUR STANCES!!
Joseph immediately enters a low hand stance, his casual smile not leaving his face. His opponent was rather odd, however. Instead of immediately aiming for the sword at his side, Abraham held both hands out, as if prepared to grapple. Joseph's expression became perplexed by Abraham's approach, but he refused to have it cloud his mind. The referee could see both fighters were prepared and raised his arm up.
Referee: BEGIIIIIIIN!!!
Swinging down his arm, the match had begun. Joseph charged in, throwing several flicker jabs at Abraham, Abraham taking a few hits to the chest before charging inward. Joseph charged in as well, throwing a right straight as Abraham went low, aiming for a tackle. His helmet shot up as Joseph followed with a left uppercut. He shook his hand, realizing he punched a metal helmet headon without gloves.
Joseph's thoughts: He actually has a metal mask. I guess kids are getting better toys nowadays.
Abraham stumbled back before charging at Joseph once more. Joseph let out a sigh before entering a tight guard and charging into Abraham's range. His right hook moved like lightning, his arm seeming like no more than a blur. Abraham grabbed onto Joseph's arm before throwing Abraham over his shoulder, Joseph's back slamming onto the ground. Abraham threw one more punch to the ground, Joseph rolling away before hopping back to his feet.
Joseph's thoughts: What the hell? I thought he was a knight. Is that helmet and sword just a trap?
Ziyad: I see, Abraham is deciding to start the match with his mixed martial arts skills instead of his swordsmanship.
Theodore: Of course. Before he even picked up the sword, he had trained in MMA for quite a while. And this set up puts Joseph and Abraham into a dilemma.
Ziyad: A dilemma you say?
Theodore: Yes. In each sport's own respective rules, an MMA fighter would never be able to beat a boxer in a boxing ring. But a boxer won't be able to beat a MMA fighter in an MMA ring. Whoever takes the initiative between those two will decide the flow of the fight, forcing the other to comply by their rules.
Ziyad: Interesting. So it seems that Abraham ran in there prepared to take the first few hits to ensure that he'd be able to trap Joseph. It appears this match is as good as settled.
Theodore's thoughts: But will it be that easy against that undefeated champ? As well as Abraham is doing, he's avoiding the standing game.
Joseph began to dodge each of Abraham's swings, noticing how open the man had left himself. In his mind, he analyzed everything he could before noticing something that made him smile widely. Joseph threw a right uppercut, Abraham immediately reacting and aiming for another grab. Joseph smiled as a quick left hook hit the side of Abraham's helmet. Abraham staggered before he clenched his own fists, throwing several quick straights that Joseph weaved through. Joseph's eyes glistened before ducking down and slamming another left hook, this time into the side of Abraham's torso.
Abraham's thoughts: Dammit! I thought I'd be able to avoid this punch out for longer, but I guess I have no choice!
Joseph had several punches land all over Abraham's body, each one feeling like a shot put ball hitting Abraham at high speeds. Despite the powerful strikes, Abraham quickly moved, moving opposite of Joseph's weave and ending up behind him. Joseph's head quickly turned, only to notice Abraham grab around Joseph's waist and swing him into the ground. Joseph placed his arms behind his head to break his fall, noticing a shadow loom over him before changing his focus from the ground to the figure. Abraham's dark eye slits gave the helmet a far more intimidating aura than it normally had.
Joseph's thoughts: Crap… I let him get his way too easily. Who would've thought he'd be this durable? I guess that just means I need to win this.
Just as Joseph began to move his hands from behind his head, Abraham raised his arm before throwing a punch aimed at Joseph's head, Joseph quickly moving his head to avoid the blow. His eyes widened as Abraham's other hand moved up, Joseph quickly moving his own and grabbing Abraham's wrists before his fists met his face. Both fighters entered a struggle, Joseph quickly pushing against Abraham's hammer punches.
Joseph: Hey, I thought beating a downed opponent was against MMA rules.
Abraham: Call this part of the ground game.
Abraham slipped out of Joseph's grip, preparing to land another hammer fist before a powerful punch to the chest sent him back and off of Joseph. Abraham couldn't believe the hit that had just been dealt to him, his helmet unmoving as he laid on the ground as Joseph slowly picked himself back up.
Joseph: You should really improve your ground game. A simple boxer like me was able to get out of it.
Abraham's thoughts: A simple boxer? That power was nothing like a simple boxer. Just how powerful is he?
Abraham hardly had any time to respond, as a fist quickly knocked him flat on his back. Joseph walked past Abraham, shaking his hand as he turned around to look at Abraham.
Joseph: I keep making the stupid decision to hit that helmet. But I know why I do it. It's because I enjoy beating people in the face.
Abraham's thoughts: He's a swarmer, so of course his strikes are fast and strong. But this is unreal.
Abraham rolled over before getting up on one knee, Joseph looking at him with a smug smile before seeing Abraham place one hand firmly around the hilt of his sword. With a "schwing," Abraham pulled out his sword and aimed it at Joseph.
Abraham: It appears I have underestimated you. So allow me to make up for that mistake.
Joseph: Took you long enough.