'I should've learned martial arts,' Peter thought, frustration gnawing at him as he assumed his fighting stance, palms open and ready.
Sabretooth, on the other hand, stood motionless, his feral eyes locked on Peter, waiting for the perfect opening to strike.
In a flash, they both charged. Sabretooth slashed diagonally, his claws tearing through the air. Peter barely avoided the attack, shifting his weight and pivoting just enough to let the claws miss him by an inch.
But Sabretooth didn't relent. He followed up with a swift left-handed swipe and a powerful left kick. Peter had no choice but to dive into a roll, dodging to the left, but Sabretooth was already on him, relentless in his pursuit.
Sabretooth leapt at him, but Peter narrowly avoided the attack with a quick backflip, putting some distance between them.
Undeterred, Sabretooth lunged again, his claws slicing through the air. This time, Peter rushed forward recklessly, but at the last moment, he shifted his momentum to the right and delivered a powerful kick to Sabretooth's stomach.
Sabretooth, however, was ready. While mid-air, he curled his body, catching Peter's right leg in a vice-like grip. Peter felt the danger instantly and reacted, using his left leg to push off the ground, flipping backward to escape Sabretooth's grasp and retreat to safety.
'Shit, he's just like his comic book counterpart. Fuck,' Peter thought, his frustration mounting. Sabretooth wasn't just strong; his enhanced senses made him nearly impossible to catch off guard, reading Peter's moves before he could fully commit to them.
And Sabretooth wasn't letting up. He was relentless, charging at Peter again with savage intent.
Peter clicked his tongue in irritation, realizing he had no choice but to meet him head-on. He rushed forward, determined to finish the fight quickly. He knew full well that, unlike Sabretooth, he didn't have the insane stamina to keep this up for long. Trying to wear him down? That was a pipe dream, at least for now.
Peter threw a jab straight at Sabretooth's face, but it barely fazed him. Sabretooth just shrugged it off like it was nothing. Peter's strength as Spider-Man was still developing, so his punches didn't pack the devastating power he needed—at least, not yet.
Sabretooth lunged, aiming to tackle Peter to the ground, but Peter reacted instantly. He leapt to the side with his powerful legs, the force of his landing cracking the ring's floor beneath him.
Before Peter could catch his breath, Sabretooth was already on him again. He swiped at Peter's face with his claws. Peter managed to dodge just in time, but the claws caught the edge of his balaclava, tearing through it. Though his identity remained hidden, it was a close call—a little too close for comfort.
"Let's try this again," Peter muttered under his breath, this time choosing to stay perfectly still.
Sabretooth narrowed his eyes, carefully observing Peter's every move. Fighting him was turning out to be an infuriating experience—Peter had been dodging his attacks with almost uncanny precision, as if he could see them coming before they happened.
But Sabretooth wasn't just brawn; he was a predator, and predators adapted. He was slowly reading Peter's amateur fighting style, adjusting his own movements to exploit any opening.
Peter noticed this shift and felt his nerves tighten. He couldn't afford to let Sabretooth get the upper hand. Every move now requires more caution, more precision than before.
Peter raised his fists, ready to go again, even though his earlier attempts had failed. As they charged toward each other, Peter found himself caught off guard.
Sabretooth seemed to anticipate his every move, predicting where Peter would dodge. Before he could fully react, Sabretooth's claws raked across his side, leaving shallow but stinging cuts.
"Don't run," Sabretooth growled, his voice low and menacing, as he relentlessly pressed forward. Peter barely managed to dodge the onslaught, each attack grazing closer and closer.
With every slash, Sabretooth inched nearer to delivering a fatal blow, and Peter could feel the danger escalating. His agility was keeping him alive, but he couldn't keep this up forever.
Peter gritted his teeth, pushing through the sharp sting of every wound. 'So this is how Peter Parker must've felt, going up against someone stronger,' he thought grimly.
Then something clicked—a surge of adrenaline sharpened his focus, drowning out the pain and narrowing his world to just the fight.
Without hesitation, Peter charged at Sabretooth, who stood ready, anticipating his move. Peter threw a straight punch, but Sabretooth lunged, aiming to tackle him to the ground.
In a split-second decision, Peter shifted his attack, grabbing Sabretooth by the neck. He drove his knee into Sabretooth's face repeatedly, each blow delivered with increasing force. But his heightened senses flared, warning him of an incoming strike.
Peter instinctively leaped back, narrowly avoiding Sabretooth's deadly strikes. His mind was clear now and he knew Sabretooth wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.
Sabretooth's face was bloodied from the brutal knee Peter had driven into it, but the wound healed in less than a second. Without hesitation, Sabretooth rushed forward again, a blur of raw aggression.
Peter was ready. He slid under Sabretooth's legs, moving with speed and precision. In one fluid motion, he rose and delivered a crushing punch to Sabretooth's head. The force of it sent Sabretooth crashing to the ground, but Peter didn't stop there.
Peter's attacks were unstoppable now, each punch landing with brutal force, but Sabretooth's healing factor kept him regenerating just as quickly. The crowd's energy surged, chanting his name in unison—"Bane! Bane! Bane!"—fueled by the raw spectacle before them.
Peter's pulse raced, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. He could feel his fight-or-flight instinct still roaring in his chest, keeping him on edge, knowing Sabretooth would get back up.
In a swift motion, Peter backflipped just inches from Sabretooth's feet, grabbing one of them as he spun, using the momentum to hurl Sabretooth outside the ring. The force sent Sabretooth crashing into the nearby wall with a sickening thud.
For a moment, the arena went silent, the air thick with anticipation. Peter stood there, breathing heavily, knowing this wasn't over yet. Sabretooth would rise again, and when he did, Peter would be ready.
The announcer's voice echoed through the arena, declaring Peter the victor, as he stood alone in the ring, breathing heavily.
The crowd erupted in cheers, but what they didn't see were the dark walls of the arena, where Sabretooth was already beginning to heal. Peter had knocked him out cold, though, and that was enough for the win.