Proelium The roar of the underground rocked the very foundation of the night life above the city, the crowd surrounding the octagon of metal and hard padding were already buzzed with anticipation for the final match of the long night. Both contestants not trading blows for a golden belt, but none the less it felt like one. The posters outside the back alley advertised the fight as the mid weight fight of the year, the favorite Jonathan Mogal up against the unheard of Xaver Jupiter. A mid weight who transferred from a different underground league from a smaller town out in the middle of nowhere. Mogal entering the ring with both arms raised high, his own large ego making the crowd explode with cheers and horas of the crowd as he shakes off the silk robe stepping into the cage. On the opposite side of the arena entered the shorter man man with the dark red silk cloak and hood walked Xaver, accompanied not by human helpers, but with corner men he made himself. Synthetic joints move along with the his as the robe is removed and the gate is opened, letting Xaver into the cage. Xaver wasn’t as muscular and toned as his opponent, but his muscles and reflexes were not unprepared for the fight ahead. Xaver’s strategy was something similar to muhammad ali’s at the height of his career, find the reach, wear the opponent out, knock him out. Jonathan was larger than him so he know he had to get in close to counteract the longer reach. Juking each thrown punch and jabbing between his opponents hooks, thrusts, and the occasional kick. Allowing the bute to land a blow every once before the bell ending the first round rings. Both fighters walking to their corners, being padded with towels to dab the sweat off of their bodies as they both catch their breath for round two. The start of round two was like the first, Xaver testing the range while Jonathan tirelessly threw punch after punch not landing a single blow. Then he made his move, Xaver made a dash inward ducking a oncoming jab from Jonathan and landing hit after hit into the mans abdomen, chest, and jaw. With one final hook to area of the spleen, jonathan fell to the ground knocked out completely by the barrage of blow after blow from Xaver. The crowd now silent as the grave in shock at what happened, many looking at the bet papers they’ve put all their coin in to lost in a single fight. Xaver smiled and walked out of the cage and snapped his fingers making his synthetic companions walk him out of the arena. Parting the angry red sea of the crowd back to the locker room where he sat wiping the sweat off of his forehead and neck. Though he prefers other types of music to this, this does bring in money for his numerous concerts.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 01:28:47 +0000
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