As Nico and Elias cleared the ring both in entirely different ways. Martin was walking around the sides of the ring slapping himself across the face and body to hype himself up. After some time he got onto his knees performing the sign of the cross and clasped his hands together. He began to pray for a minute. During that Pablo was not even doing anything at all, he was just giving off a bored look on his face. Pablo mainly was just looking down at his phone. Then Mr. Syvone looked over at both fighters and waved his hands to bring the fighters forward. Martin jumped up from his kneeling and began to do the sign of the cross again before he went into the ring. Pablo just calmly placed his phone down and did a leisurely walk into the ring. Both men are in the ring looking at each other. Mr. Syvone walks into the middle to begin his usual announcements.
"Now to see one of our two new guys getting ready to fight for us," Mr. Syvone said as the crowd began to become hyped up. "We have Martin Cambio in the left corner," Martin walked toward the middle with the chants of his name being said by the crowds. "In the other corner, we got Pablo Garcia ready to see if this new guy is good."
The crowd boos at Pablo and in response he put both of his middle fingers up in the air to show the whole crowd. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled in response to the boos.
The crowd shuts up as both fighters are now faced to face with each other prepared to begin to punch at each other. Mr. Syvone looked at the crowd and began to ask his usual question.
"Are both of you two ready to fight?" He asked. After seeing both men nod he began to take a deep breath. "SET, GO!"
Martin took a step in immediately and began to circle his much taller opponent. Pablo looked down and was mostly stepping back to keep a good distance from his enemy. It began to look like a game of cat and mouse before Martin decided that it was getting too boring for him. He tried to kick at his opponent's most forward leg the moment he moved. Right, when that happened Pablo jumped up to try to knee Martin in the face. Luckily for Martin, it missed and he took a step back to not be in the range of the knee. Pablo took his long arms and began to start throwing jabs. They were quick as the first one seemed to catch Martin off guard as it barely missed him. Pablo kept jabbing at Martin getting him to move the way that he wanted to. After some time Pablo took his long thin hooks for feet and struck at Martin's legs. Martin fell to the ground with Pablo preparing his other leg to fire it into the face. Martin rolled out of the way as the speed from the kick could be heard and felt close with the wind of it grazing his face as he got back to his feet. Pablo looked at Martin with a glare before moving forward with a variety of kicks and punches. Martin was dodging them trying to find a chance to go on the offensive but he was getting overwhelmed by the constant pressure that Pablo was giving him. Eventually, Martin began to feel the hits that his opponent was giving him. Martin felt like a teenager was hitting him rather than a grown man. Martin cooled his guard for a bit to try to close the distance but Pablo's right hand snuck in a hit right in the face to stumble the aggressor. Martin's left eye was closed for a bit as it limited his sight. Martin then began to keep circling away from his opponent so he can't get another hit in. After some time Mr. Syvone stepped in with disappointment on his face before ending the round.
"Go to your corners," Mr. Syvone said as both men walked away to their trainers. "Hey, Martin!" Martin turned around confused about what he might be hearing from his new boss. "I expected more out of you this first round, do better."
Martin walked to his corner with a worried expression on his face now. Adrian walked to his edge as Martin sat on the stool still with that look on his face.
"Damn that dude is tall, it is like facing a skinny me out there," Adrian said jokingly trying to ease Martin. Martin was just looking at his opponent, sweat dripping down his face, a rare sight from the young. Adrian reached to grab at the metal wiring of the cage and began to shake it for a bit. After some time it did not seem effective. So he jumped up and hit the cage as hard as he can. Martin fell on his stomach, hand on his back his mouth dropped but with no sound.
Martin crawled himself up to his feet with his mouth still dropped. "What the fuck, Adrian, why the hell did you do that?" Martin asked as he was having his hand on his back. "You made my back hurt and if I lose this match it will be all your fault."
Adrian fell to the ground with tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I needed a laughing man, your face right now is killing the vibe of the crowd. I did it for the culture."
"What the hell do you mean?" Martin asked, confused as hell with his face looking more intense than earlier.
Adrian pointed to Martin more angled up to his face. "That is exactly what I am talking about before your face looked more disappointed than a kid finding out their goldfish died," Adrian said without hesitation in his voice. "You do this all the fucking time, calm down, your life is not going to end with what the hell Mr. Syvone said. It does not define you at all."
Martin got back up and was mumbling underneath his breath. Martin looked irritated as he sat back down on the stool and continued to be treated by the trainer. After some time, Pablo got up and walked over to Mr. Syvone. They both seemed to be talking for a bit then Mr. Syvone stared at Martin. "Hey Martin, are you ready to go?"
Martin nodded his head as he walked directly to Pablo. "Yes, I want to go in and beat this man," Martin said, pointing and looking up to Pablo.
Pablo grinned looking down at his smaller opponent. "Syvone, you know what to do."
Both men walked to the middle as Mr. Syvone stood waiting for them. After both men got their spots, Mr. Syvone took a breath in. "SET, GO!"
Both Martin and Pablo moved forward toward each other at quicker speeds than before. Pablo started throwing jabs to keep Martin at a distance. Martin kept circling getting in a lower stance so that he can't be hit. Pablo was standing at his tall stance but was mostly just moving around to not let Martin in a good position. After some time Martin tried to take a shot at taking down Pablo by his legs. As soon as he did Pablo spring off the ground over Martin and then quickly turned around. When Martin turned to face his opponent, Pablo quickly got the opportunity to get a kick in. Martin dodged it by lowering himself to his stomach and began to crawl up onto his feet. Pablo walked up trying to keep his enemy on the move. Martin kept moving back and in angles trying to get away from the tall man. It was hard to move because at any moment those branch-length limbs of Pablo could strike quickly. Martin kept moving back, the crowd began to boo at the match because they felt there was cowardliness being shown. Martin looked more affected by this reaction from the crowd. He begins to move at a faster pace to try to excite the crowd. Pablo was not worrying about it, he was mostly still watching the movements. Martin got more anxious and started to perform more wild punches. Pablo was very bendable for his long frame. The punches were hitting air more than the actual target. Pablo was moving across the floor with grace and dexterity. Martin kept missing his target. The aura of fear grew on Martin as Pablo's smile widened. Pablo began to work himself into the position to take advantage. Pablo began with his long jabs, the attempts were being dodged repeatedly by the flustered opponent. Martin during his dodging decided to go back down to the legs but again Pablo cleared him. This time Martin quickly turned and attempted to strike him from behind to get him down. The giant was not prepared as he got brought to the ground. He looked lost as Martin began to use his wrestling knowledge to his advantage. Martin began to climb up the long opponent's body. Pablo tried to get himself up but every time, Martin swiped down, striking Pablo at the elbow area to keep him down. Pablo kept trying to get up but Martin kept down the same thing. Eventually, Pablo sprang his lower body up forming a triangle with his body, hands, and feet on the ground. Martin was surprised by the speed of it and fell out of his position. Martin landed on his back in front of Pablo. Pablo moved quickly to limit Martin's ability to get out. Martin was trying to quickly move but was too slow. Pablo began to start punching at his opponent, Martin was still taking the hits better than he thought. Martin was still trying to get out of it but he didn't worry about the hits. After some time, Mr. Syvone was looking up at the clock with the sounds of the hits ringing in his ears. He realized the period should have ended a minute ago. He quickly stepped in and ended the round. Both fighters got up and walked to their stools and the trainers began to treat them. Martin was holding the back of his head, rubbing it. Pablo was holding his elbow in pain. Adrian walked up to the cage and was grabbing the cage.
"Hey, Martin," Adrian said in a low tone. Martin was still holding the back of his head. Adrian repeated himself for some time, Martin was still worrying about his head.
It got to the point where Adrian thought of something. He signaled Jeremy to walk over to him. He whispered something to him. Jeremy then began to make buzzing noises.
Adrian began to become frantic. "Martin, don't panic, there is a bee on your back," before pinching him in the back hard.
Martin jolted out of the stool and was reaching for his back. Adrian along with Jeremy was laughing at what they did.
"What the fuck, guys," Martin said being more annoyed than before. "What do you guys want?"
"Oh," Adrian said. "I want you to stop worrying about your fucking head."
"But it hurts," Martin said before Adrian continued.
"Dude, your opponent is weak as shit," Adrian said pointing at Pablo. "He built like a twig, that shit did not hurt. You should have already beaten him."
"He is just tall, it is hard to reach," Martin began to say before Adrian interrupted.
"That is just bitch mentality," Adrian said, trying to annoy Martin. "You faced me all the fucking time and man is barely taller than me. Just shut up and beat him."
Martin looked mad as he turned around and walked back to the middle. Pablo got up from his stool. Standing straight showing the pure size that he possessed. Both walked up to each other and were sizing each other up.
"What are you looking at, young fella?" Pablo asked in a deep voice.
"Another win, you string bean motherfucker," Martin replied.
Pablo chuckled for a bit, stopped, and turned to look at Mr. Syvone. He walked up, lighting a cigar.
Mr. Syvone takes a puff from his cigar. "Both of you guys ready?" He asked both men. They nod in response. "Martin, glad you finally stopped being a bitch," he added before Martin could respond. "SET, GO!"
Pablo instantly tried to sneak in a jab at Martin's face. Martin dodged it and tried to throw a punch of his own. It landed in the stomach area, dropping Pablo's guard. His head dropped down and a grin appeared on Martin for the first time in the past twelve minutes. Martin gave a strong hook punch directly into the side of Pablo's long narrow face. Pablo stumbled for a bit before getting hit again with another strong punch. Then Martin kicked his opponent in the face causing him to hit the ground with force. Martin began to become gorilla-like in behavior walking around the ring and waiting for his opponent to dare stand up against him again. Mr. Syvone went to check on Pablo. Pablo was slowly starting to get back up and Martin stared at him to make sure to see if he could continue. Pablo got back up and moved his hands towards himself to show Martin that he can continue. Mr. Syvone looked shocked throughout it all. Martin shrugged his shoulders and pressed on. Pablo's face became like a villain, sinister but calm at the moment. He began to start throwing out faster jabs. Some of them were landing directly on Martin's face. Martin took the hit as he began to try and knock Pablo back down again. Both men were stuck in dance, both gracefully moving along with missed punches thrown at each other. It kept going for a while until Martin attempted to kick him again. This time because Pablo was seeing red, the kick landed and it made Pablo fall. Martin immediately went in for the kill. He began to punch down Pablo as hard as he could, it got to the point where it broke through his guard. The area was filled with the noise of a head hitting the floor. After some time, Mr. Syvone stepped in to check on Pablo again. Pablo was barely moving and after some time, Mr. Syvone ended the match. Martin was walking around the ring being excited that he won. The crowd cheered for the new guy to win. Pablo got up after some time and walked out of the ring without shaking Martin's hand. Martin tried to follow him to get his handshake but Mr. Syvone stepped in shaking his head no. Martin understood and watched Pablo exiting the gym. Then Mr. Syvone walked over to Martin to give him a handshake. Martin accepted the gesture.
"The winner is Martin Cambio, the next round at light heavyweight is between Issac Wallace against Shawn Sasperagus," Mr. Syvone said as the noises of the door closed in the distance.