Gerald had just finished his third match. It was against a man who was taller than him and more bulkier than him. Sadly none of that muscle helped the giant man as he caught a flying kick to the jaw.
It was an instant lights out for the guy. Right now he was being carried away in a stretcher.
As soon as the man was taken out the next contender entered the cage.
It was a woman wearing a tight, black, elastic body suit. Her fists and ankles were covered in tapes all the way to her elbows and knees. She had short hair and several scars on her face. Her abs could be seen through the body suit.
The woman was covered in sweat as she had also been fighting non stop. This was her final fight for the door and she was going to give it her all.
Just like the other matches the referee called for both fighters to the middle. Unlike the other fighters the woman didn't really care about eye contact, she only maintained eye contact for a while and then looked at his body.
She extended a hand for Gerald who was surprised as the other fighters hadn't done this and he shook it. "My name is Sylvie, what's yours?"
"Gerald."
"You have a nice body, I can see the scars on your skin that healed and can no longer be seen by the normal eye. Were you previously a soldier of some kind?" She asked.
"Yes, actually I was."
"Nice gloves, but sadly they won't stop you from me." Sylvie said as she walked away completely showing her back to him.
Gerald just shrugged and walked back to his corner.
"WILL THE NEWCOMER WIN HIS FOURTH MATCH IN A ROW, OR WILL THE HEROINE WIN HER FINAL MATCH IN A ROW! FOLKS YOU ARE IN FOR A TREAT!"
The commentar's words and voice riled up the eager crowd even more than they were. It was like given honey to a baby who already ate sugar.
Gerald wondered how the people above ground could not hear all of this, or could they actually hear it but they paid no attention?
The sound of the whistle brought back Gerald attentions. As soon as the whistle was blown Sylvie sprang from her corner. She closed the distance between the two with outstanding speed and threw a punch with all her might at his face.
Gerald managed to barely put up his hands to guard his face and he regretted that.
He should have just dodged instead.
BAAAAAAA!
The sound of her punch hitting Gerald's arms was so loud and powerful that the crowd and the commentar shut up for a few seconds before even shouting more. The commentar did not even know what he was saying, he was just shouting like the crowd.
The force of her punch managed to blow Gerald's gaurd apart. Sylvie launched another punch as soon as she saw Gerald's chin unguarded.
Gerald once again barely managed to block it. His gaurd was blown apart just like leaves in the wind.
Gerald kicked her in the left knee before she could punch him one more time, or so he thought.
His kick had been blocked by her other leg. Gerald aimed another kick at her stomach. She caught it his leg and sweeped him onto the floor. She jumped on top of Gerald and pounded on him. 'Her strength is unreal!' Gerald thought.
After seeing her body he had thought that she was more agile than she was strong but it turned out he was wrong.
Gerald protected his face by covering it with his arms.
'I can't stay on the floor like this, I need to get her of me and stand up!'
He opened his gaurd wide open and pushed one of Sylvie's punches to the side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down.
Sylvie knew what he was trying to do, but she wasn't go to let him, this was her final match of the day and wanted to finish with a victory and not a loss. As Gerald pushed her down to his chest she punched him in his kidney.
Gerald clenched his teeth from the pain, her punch was strong enough to open up his gaurd and Gerald was pretty sure that had he not been wearing his damage reduction demon tortoise gloves he wouldn't even be able to move his hand.
Sylvie punched him in the side several times but Gerald did not let go, he wrapped his right leg over her left leg and his left leg on her right leg.
He grabbed the arm she was using to punch him with and wrapped his hand around it resulting in an overhook.
He did the same to her other hand and rolled to the side with her on top of him. Now she was underneath him and he was on top of her.
"AND THE NEWCOMER HAS REVERSED THE SITUATION! HE REALLY IS CREATIVE IS HE NOT? FROM CERTAIN DEFEAT TO A CERTAIN VICTORY!" The commentar was shouting so loud right now that he could lose his voice but he did not care. Thus newcomer was already shaking the underground arena by defeating Mursik and if he defeated Sylvie then everyone would know that it wasn't a fluke. If he defeated Sylvie then it would be the birth of a new champion.
Gerald placed both of his knees on her arm and pummeled on her. He didn't show any sympathy as he knew that it would cost him a lot. He stopped beating on Sylvie and looked at her. She had already lost consciousness, blood was all over her face.
Gerald slowly stood up and backed away from Sylvie.
"AND THE NEWCOMER IS THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, A TRULY ENTERTAINING AND EXCITING MATCH. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT."
Gerald had his back turned towards Sylvie so he didn't notice her hand twitching.
Gerald held his hand up to his face and looked at them. They were quivering. Such was the damage of Sylvie's punches.
"KRAAAK!"
Gerald felt a hand wrap around his throat and legs cling onto his waist.
"AND THE HEROINE RISES ONE MORE TIME JUST LIKE A TRUE HEROINE! SHE HAS THE NEWCOMER IN A CHOKEHOLD! FROM CERTAIN VICTORY TO CERTAIN DEFEAT TO CERTAIN VICTORY ONCE AGAIN! WHO DO YOU THINK WILL WIN THIS FIGHT."
Gerald could feel his breath leaving his body as he had been caught of gaurd. He grabbed Sylvie's hand that was on his throat and pulled at it.
Sadly he couldn't remove them, no matter how hard he tried. Sylvie was exerting all of her strength just so that Gerald could faint.
The struggle of push and pull continued for thirty second shen finally as a last ditch effort Gerald tried something.
He ran to the cage with Sylvie on his back still on his back choking him. He jumped on the cage and kicked back of it. He was aiming to jump on his back and get Sylvie to let go of his throat.
Sylvie fell on her back and was crushed by the weight of Gerald. She let out a loud groan but she didn't let go of Gerald. Gerald stood up and ran backwards at the cage. He slammed Sylvie on the cage but she did not let go. He slammed her into the cage several times and with each slam he could feel her loosen her grip with each slam until finally she let go. Gerald breathed in the oxygen that he had been denied and turned around to face Sylvie.
She was on the ground. Gerald could not tell whether she was unconscious or not as he had been wrong earlier on. He stayed alert and on edge until finally the medical crew entered with the stretchers.
This night was the night a new champion of the arena emerged. The gambling addicts smiled as they saw a new variable, the fighters nodded as they welcomed a new worthy challenger and the V.I.P.S who were watching from their luxury boxes chuckled as they had found a new toy for their amusement.
"Just one more fight." Gerald said.