Orphaned at a young age, Abraham had nothing left in his life. Nothing in his life except fighting. In the streets of the Virtus Imperium, Abraham had ruled the local thugs. His experience in fighting was above anything seen in the streets. And that knowledge expanded further when he decided to sit by tv stores and watch whenever a new MMA match was being aired. The beauty and intricacies of the fighters' techniques blew him away, having Abraham adopt MMA into his already strong repertoire. All this changed one day when in the middle of the night, Abraham was ganged up by several gangs he had made himself enemies of. Despite fighting off a good portion of them, his face was battered and he had several stab wounds over his body. As he was moments from dying on the streets, a fancy looking car had passed by him. Was this luck? Or was this Death he had heard so much about? The same Death that would reap his soul? The following morning, he woke up in a hospital, his face and body bandaged up. Waiting for him at the door was none other than the Virtus Imperium's king, Theodore Oneiroi.
Theodore: I've heard a lot about your escapades. Veronica, please hand me the clipboard.
A maid walked up to Theodore, handing him a clipboard which he briefly looked over.
Theodore: Martial arts skills that are unprecedented at your age. You're nearly at the level of a pro despite having no formal training. But from what I see, you have no family, no last name. All I got from locals was that you were called Abraham. So I've decided. I'll take you in as one of my own. I'll give you a place to call home and the opportunity to further your career. Do you accept?
Abraham was at a lost for words, but in no time at all, he was eventually a formal part of the Oneiroi family. His existence as the adopted son of the king sent waves throughout the kingdom, but due to the massive orphan movements the Virtus Imperium had assisted in, people saw this moment as only a matter of time. Abraham was allowed to fight in MMA matches which he quickly conquered. But in finally being able to read books, a different topic had taken Abraham's mind. Theodore was shocked at first but embraced his son's new combat approach. The approach of knighthood.
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Abraham held his sword tightly in his right hand. Joseph looked at him with a smug glare before raising his guard once again. Abraham wasted no time, charging in at Joseph and swinging his sword, Joseph jumping back only to notice a small amount of blood form near the center of his forearms.
Joseph's thoughts: He has the range advantage now…
Abraham raised his sword up before swinging it down, Joseph stepped to his right before moving right into Abraham's range.
Joseph's thoughts: But that range advantage means nothing if your opponent moves in close enough.
Joseph immediately felt the base of the hilt touch his neck, Abraham's closed hand right above it. Abraham pulled Joseph's head down before throwing up a knee, Joseph narrowly blocking it with his forearm. Blood splattered from Joseph's cut, Joseph throwing a right hook to force Abraham away.
Mason: So that's what he's doing now.
Vector and Ryan both laid in the same infirmary as Mason, listening to him as they watched the match.
Vector: What's so surprising about it?
Mason: It's nothing major, but it's still smart. Abraham's sword gives him a huge range advantage, but swords come with the weakness of an opponent being able to enter the range quick enough. But he countered it with Muay Thai's close quarter's clinching and knees.
Ryan: It's an effective strategy. MMA gives him access to plenty of aspects of different martial arts, and with swordsmanship on top of that, Joseph is in for a tough ride.
Joseph rushed in, throwing quick lefts and rights as Abraham blocked a few with his sword and dodged others. One quick right hit his side, Abraham's eyes opened wide before he slashed wide once again, forcing Joseph to step back. Joseph's eyes looked in shock as Abraham's sword moved smoothly and swept up from below, Joseph leaning back and having a small cut appear on his chin. Abraham's sword arched from above, Joseph kicking back and avoiding Abraham's downward strike.
Abraham: Afraid of me now, are we?
Joseph: I'm not an idiot to allow myself to get so openly hit by a sword. You should know that much.
Joseph's thoughts: So that's why he doesn't have a shield. That would restrict the movements of his close quarters, so it's not like I can get in easily…
Joseph charged in, Abraham swinging wide only for Joseph to move just barely outside of Abraham's reach, going to the side the sword had already left and aiming for a quick right jab. Joseph looked in shock as Abraham followed the momentum of his sword and spun in a perfect circle, having the sword come right back at him. Joseph leaned back, the sword slightly scratching his torso and leaving a thin blood trail.
Abraham's thoughts: Looks like he wasn't expecting that either. Looks like it's time to move in.
Abraham charged directly at Joseph, swinging his sword down on Joseph's left, forcing Joseph to move to the right. Abraham smiled under his helmet as he threw out a left hook with his free hand. Joseph slid off Abraham's arm and followed with a low punch to the gut, sending Abraham reeling.
Joseph's thoughts: Should've stuck to the better combo of sword plus clinching, boy.
Joseph followed with an uppercut, sending Abraham back with heavy force. Abraham slid across the floor, looking up as Joseph followed with a heavy right hook. Abraham's helmet rang in the ring as Joseph wore a sadistic grin on his face.
Zachary: Unbelievable! Right as Abraham seemed to have the upperhand, Joseph took it right back!
Zenzo: He ain't a super middleweight champ for nothing!
Joseph's thoughts: You watching, Masked? Moll? Theodore? I don't need some pretty metal to overpower armor or weapons. I just need my own two fists. In fact…
Joseph threw a quick left punch to Abraham's sword, but noticing how it had barely budged from his hand.
Joseph's thoughts: I thought he was staggering, how is he…
Joseph took a quick left elbow to the face, heavy breathing could be heard from Abraham's helmet.
Abraham: That hook hurt…
Joseph's thoughts: He recovered…!
Abraham brought his sword high before swinging it down on Joseph, Joseph staring at it before jumping back, but it was too late. A cut went down his torso, Joseph gritting his teeth in pain. Abraham reached out, grabbing onto Joseph's right bicep before slamming his helmet into Joseph's face. Blood spewed from Joseph's face as he staggered back, Abraham coming to a stop as his breathing became heavier.
Abraham's thoughts: That punch to the head really did a number on me… If it wasn't for the training that Theodore and Gonzalez put me through… I'd be on the ground right now…
Abraham looked up, making an audible gasp as he watched Joseph wipe the blood from his nose with his wrist, Joseph's eyes having an unamused look on his face.
Joseph: Look at the mess you made, I guess I was just going a bit too light on you.
Abraham could hardly understand what Joseph meant before feeling a heavy punch to the gut once again, Joseph had closed the gap between the two of them immediately. In his moment of hesitation, Joseph punched the sword away with a backhand, the sword flying away as Abraham struggled to keep his grip.
Joseph: Now that that nuisance is out of the way…
Joseph followed with a quick left hook to Abraham's helmet, Abraham stumbling back as Joseph blew on his fist.
Joseph: That was the punch that took out Barry Williams for good.
Abraham stepped back, Joseph looking at the fighting stumbling in shock. Zachary leaned forward, gripping his mic tightly.
Zachary: What a series of back and forths! These two are hitting each other as hard as they can!
Zenzo: And Joseph mentioned the mighty boxer he took out, no less!
Zachary: How will Abraham respond?!
Abraham's breathing became heavy, his helmet visibly bobbing before making a decision that made Joseph's eyebrows raise in surprise. Abraham took a high guard stance, his fists clenched at both sides of his head.
Joseph: So you finally decided to enter my turf, huh?
Abraham's thoughts: I'll beat you at your own game…