Cyst Voltromsky (Daws Combine) V.S. Ethan Walker (RedKayne)
A lot could be said for tenacity. It got a fighter so many places on nothing at all, and Cyst was far from different. Even if she had skill and luck, her tenacity was one of the major factors why people were actually betting on her, for this fight. Even if Ethan had a gimped arm, he clearly had the edge in physicality. Nothing could really be said for a comparison of skill between the two, but according to the betting total, many believed that the Soviet Hobo's almost animalistic ferocity and unbreakable willpower would lead her past this round. Many others believed that Ethan's technical skill would only take advantage of Cyst's reckless nature and lead to his accession. Either way, nobody would doubt that it would be a good match, and the excited murmers of the crowd echoed this fact perfectly.
Cyst didn't know what to think. She wanted to drop out and make sure Vince was okay, but she wanted to fight. Needed to fight. She absolutely needed to fight this man, for whatever reason. Even as this turmoil course dthrough her mind, she smiled like a psychopath, waiting for her chance to enter the ring. She hoped he was strong. She hoped he put up a real fight. She wanted to get into a knock down, drag out deathmatch of a fight. She needed it...
Ethan Walker stood at the other side of the arena - his sapphire-blue eyes observing his opponent. Normally, he would cross his arms together and lean back against the corner pole. However, he stood up in a straight posture - his left arm hanging on his side, while his right hand was placed on his hip. He would face an opponent known for her... crude fighting style. Quite the opposite of Ethan's own sophisticed skills on Mixed Martial Arts.
However, he is also facing an opponent who is crippled - who consistantly fails in combat due to her ineffective lungs. He is also facing a woman... that itself is enough of a reason for Ethan to win this match. She has no place in this fighting arena.
"Its a shame that I'm not facing Vince," Ethan stated aloud, forming a smirk. "I was hoping that the big boys here can play. But apparently, he just had to be an idiot and lose a battle to the likes of you... tsk tsk," Ethan shook his head.
"How 'bout we hurry this battle up, shall we?"
He was having fun. That was good. Fun was good. It was always nice when the opponent enjoyed the fight. Cyst knew that she had a shot. He was overconfident and she could tell that at least one of his arms was gimped, though she wasn't entirely sure which one. Her money was on left. She would find out when the match started. The girl climbed into the ring and slipped her gloves on, kneeling down and offering up a prayer for her mentor before standing and bowing to him. Even if he didn't respect her, she respected him. Getting this far without her luck was a feat. A feat she had to acknowledge.
Judge Jacobson was the proveyer of this match, and she was a little concerned about Ethan's arm. However, they both seemed eager to battle, and both seemed like they were ready for eachother. No reason to stop a good fight before it could even start, right? She looked between the two of them. "Alright. You know the rules. There've been a ton of injuries on this tournament, so we're gonna have to be a little extra careful. Just fight at your best. I'll stop the match when one of you forefits, is unable to fight, or I deem it nessecary. Got it?"" Cyst offered the judge a nod, still staring at Ethan and smiling. She wasn't listening to anything, right now.
Assuming Ethan gave his acknowledgement as well, Judge Jakobson continued. "Alright. If you both will get ready, then I declare this fight in the Summer Tournament at New Peaks Acadamy.... offically underway!" With that, she steped back out of the way, letting the two combatants loose on eachother. Cyst almost imediately dashed in and tried to catch that left arm with a beefy kick. Already going for the weak spots. Cruel was an understatement...
Ethan had to play this fight extra carefully, he couldn't go full-out aggressive in his previous two fights. He couldn't resort to grapples - considering his left arm is disabled. He may resort to more defensive strategies, but he can't let this girl get the upper hand in the battle. He wouldn't allow it.
She charged at him immediately, lifting her leg for a powerful leg strike. His opponent was aiming directly at his left arm, intending to cripple him with pain. Ethan immediately retaliated by raising up his left knee, and braced for impact. Both Cyst's foot and Ethan's lower leg collided against each other - but Ethan successfully deflected away the blow by angling his leg towards outside of his body.
Immediately after deflecting, Ethan slammed his left foot back on the ground before slightly pivoting his feet. His right arm was already held up in a defensive fighting stance, before he quickly torted his body and his right arm thrust forward into a powerful jab - aiming directly at Cyst's chest.
If she was going to play dirty... Ethan will not hold back either. Cyst's lungs are her biggest weakness - and the cocky American fighter will exploit that weakness.
If he hit her there, she was dead. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. It was the one spot on her body she couldn't let be hit, so she focused all her efforts on defending it. She twisted her body to the right, letting the jab soar past her chest as she found her footing once more. From there, her plan of attack was simple. She smacked his punch out of the way and went for a quick one-two of her own before taking her distance.
The jabs wouldn't do anything more than rattle him a little, if they even hit. It was more to distract him so she could get away more easily. Still... She was starting to see how he got here. Most wouldn't be able to cope with her speed. He brushed her off like a summer breeze. It was exilerating... She smiled once again and let out a low growl of content. Almost animal-esque, really...
The jabs lightly slammed against Ethan's right shoulders as he maneuvered his arm to take the blows, and reduce the damange of the impact. Cyst hardly placed any power behind them, and she probably only threw out the one-two punches to force Ethan to defend himself while she jumped away.
Ethan held onto his proud smirk - not quite breaking a sweat yet in this battle. He evened his breathing, before flexing his right arm before raising it back up in a defensive position. The American fighter's body is built more tone and leaned - allowing him to be agile in combat. He isn't a bulky or jacked person like a stereotypical American frat guy or anything like that, but he can still handle his own in a fight.
"Getting a little scared already?" Ethan taunted, smirking. "C'mon, little girl, let's see you try something else," he took a couple of aggressive steps forward - closing the distance between them. However, he didn't take the initiative to attack yet. One wrong move on his part could mean immense pain to his left arm - which she clearly targeted towards.
Unfortunately for Cyst - it is much easier to target and land a blow at the center of the body, rather than an external limb.
Cocky sonofabitch, wasn't he? Really had his chickens all nice and counted before they even hatched. Points for enthusiasm, less so for recklessness. Now she knew that his left arm was the problem, and that painted a clear target on him. Her speed had won her many bouts before this one, and she had never had a problem with an in-fight.
Her problem was that he was taking advantage of her crippled state. First one to do as such so far, really. Still, he had his own problems, and she didn't enjoy how well he shrugged it off. She knew how to keep herself alive in a fight. Even though he clearly didn't know that his plan would get her killed, she wouldn't let him find out until she visited him in the hospital.
She dashed forward to close the distance, but didn't go for his arm again. Instead, she made to grab his legs and take him to the ground. Both of them used diverse styles, so she wanted to see how well he took to the ground game. It was one of the things she didn't get to do much, here. She only hoped he was smiling as wide as she was.
Ethan internally chuckled as she took the aggressive move once more. Cyst dashed forward, but surprisingly didn't move towards his arm. Instead, she intended to grapple his legs and go for a take-down move. Ethan couldn't let that happen - transitioning into a ground game would be a significantly heavy risk where he land on his left arm - inducing agonizing pain upon himself.
The MMA fighter took a few steps backward - making Cyst work a little more to approach him. By creating a bit more distance - Ethan made his next move. He raised up his right knee up to his waist level - arching his foot before thrusting it forward and directly towards the crouching Cyst's face. It was the push kick - a highly under-utilized and underrated move throughout martial art battles. If the heel of his foot slams directy against Cyst's face - it would be a devastating attack on his part.
The second his foot left the ground, Cyst knew what was coming. Was he really going to try that? It was a clever little plan, but her eyes were too good. Still, she couldn't avoid it entirely. She shifted her weight to the left, taking the kick to the shoulder. It knocked her off balance, sending her rolling along the ground before she hopped back up. So he didn't like the ground game, huh? Or was that just because of his arm? Whatever. Not like it made much of a difference
She closed the distance yet again, aiming to drive her knee into the single most tender part of a man's body. Crotch shots were a Krav Maga staple, and one that she had rarely used, in this tournament. Quick, dirty, and dishonorable. But it was also effective. She was formulating a plan. Feeling him out. Weighing his options. He would play right into her hands, if she knew what she was doing...
"That's right, keep coming back up - not like its gonna help," Ethan taunted.
She charged at him yet again - which was perfectly fine with Ethan. He would rather always counter Cyst's attacks - rather than go on the offensive and risks her own counters. In this case - she worked towards a crotch shot. A rather dirty move on her part - but Ethan honestly couldn't quite blame her for such a cheap trick. She was completely out of her league in this battle, after all.
Instead of going for a deflection, Ethan himself made a risky move. He took a step closer, slamming a foot onto the ground towards her. Once again, he corked his body and performed a quick jab to her chest - about the same speed from before with his right arm. She would be perfectly capable of dodging the attack, but she would have to abandon her current assault.
Ethan can live with agonizing pain for a few brief minutes... but he had a strong feeling that his own assault with send her to the hospitle. It would be in her best interest in changing her course of action.
Cyst didn't see the punch. She was too focused on her offense to think about her defense. Thank god that her reflexes were so good. She dropped her knee and kicked back off the ground, taking much less of the blow in exchange for having to run, again. The Russian took a few steps back before dropping to one knee. Even if it was a severely weakened blow, it still hurt like a bitch. She took a deep breath, slowly standing up again.
This time, she had to change her plan. She rose her open palms and shifted her feet to shoulder length apart, assuming an actual stance for the first time in this entire fight. She watched him coldly, no longer smiling. He was better than she had thought. That gimp arm wasn't the end-all be all. The fight probably would have been easier if he still had his arm, seeing how defensive he was being.
She beckoned for him to come to her, shouting out a simple, one word command. "Attack."
Heh, of course, things went as expected. Cyst wouldn't risk a critical injury and dodged Ethan's own punch, jumping away and severely lessened the impact. She fell on a knee, appearing to be in incredible pain despite the light blow. The cocky American fighter simply shook his head, disappointed on this fight. This little girl is barely worth his time - and yet she somehow made it all the way into the semifinals. Ridiculous.
She stood back up, a cold demeanor surroundig the young girl. She must be pretty angry over the matter - which Ethan couldn't blame. The both of them were playing a dirty game here - trying to exploit each other's weaknesses. The Russian fighter than beckoned Ethan to attack, which brought a small grin to his face.
"Well, seems like someone is finally using their head," Ethan raised up his right hand, lightly tapping the side of his temple - a mock gesture. Apparently, she figured out that Ethan was primarily focusing upon a defensive stance - so that he could exert his energy solely on counterattacks.
Well, it seems like he should take the aggressive approach here. And fortunately for him - the damage is done. Cyst shouldn't last too much longer for his onslaught.
Ethan charged straight towards him, his feet pounding heavily against the ground as he sprinted. The MMA fighter held his right arm in front of his face - still retaining a defensive posture with his upper body. He couldn't leave his left arm vulnerable - and then he made his move. Walker's right leg lifted up - his right knee raised up to waist level - and then he thrust his heel forward once more. It was another push kick - but this time, it was directed straight towards Cyst's chest.
Cyst saw the kick from a million miles away, and even if she the damage had made her slower, which it had, she had plenty of time to react. She turned to the side so that the kick sailed past her chest. She was easily able to slip behind the American and attempted to grab his left wrist. She had a plan, and he had walked right into the trap she had set. Such an obvious and exploitable weakness, a bad chest. Hit it too hard and it would literally kill her. Good thing she'd been training her entire life to get over said weakness.
She was fast even with the damage, so it would be a miracle if he could slip away. Hard, but not impossible. If it worked, she would move to kick the back of his knee, placing her palm on his shoulder and yanking back, effectively placing him in a standing armbar. That's if she made it. She didn't have a condingancy plan, as of yet. Hopefully it would at least make him scared of hitting her in the chest, but she knew that he wouldn't cry at night if he killed her.
She was living on a prayer to a god she didn't believe in. How very Russian of her.
Well, it seemed like Ethan was caught in a little trap. Unfortunately for Cyst, the MMA fighter expected as much. This is the primary reason why he initially avoided an offensive attack - but now that Cyst has a sense of his own battle speed, the American fighter can surely take advantage of that. She correctly assessed his kicking speed, slipping beside him before attempting to grab his left wrist.
Time to ctach her off guard... twice the speed should do it.
Ethan's right fist quickly clenched, before he felt his inner energy gather within that limb. HE slammed down his right leg, before quickly corking and swirling his body clockwise. His upper body rotated quickly, but his right arm - bent - moved like a viper. As his body turned, his left arm slowly moved out of reach, but his right elbow moved towards Cyst's face at an astonishing speed. It would be a brutal surprise - a smash to the face.
Surprising it was indeed, and surprises in a fight were never good. Let's tally up the things that go wrong in the next few seconds. Ethan's elbow, one of the single hardest points on the body, is driven into Cyst's temple at an incredible speed. She looses conciousness, effectively taking her out of the fight. Her chest is inadvertantly slammed into Ethan's leg as she falls, both her momentum and his working against her.
It all culmunates in the hobo hopeful lying on the ground, struggling for breath as blood sputtered from her mouth onto the mat and the judge called for any medical professionals anyone could find so that the child didn't choke on her own blood and die. She could have spun to stop from colliding with Ethan's legs. She could have blocked the strike if she had been paying attention. She could have done a number of things to prevent this, but it was all over now.
Judge Jacobson gave the quickest congratilations to Ethan she could before helping to co-ordinate the effort to carry Cyst out on a stretcher and get her somewhere she wouldn't die. Chances were low of her not making it, but everyone was afraid. Except, maybe, for the winner of this fight, Ethan.
Well, the fight pretty much worked out according to plan. However, her chest somehow managed to bump into the back of his leg, before she collapsed onto the ground. Ethan hovered above her momentarily, watching as blood dripped from her mout has she struggled for breath. His eyes appeared devoid of any emotion - it was hard to discern if he empathetized the young girl's plight at all.
Regardless, the battle was over. The medical professsionals pushed Ethan out of the way to assist the young girl. The American fighter took a step back, before turning around. The crowd was silent. They couldn't exactly cheer considering the current state of Ethan Walker's opponent. This wasn't the type of tournament that people wished death upon another - they were all simply students after all. Not bloodthirsty gladiators.
Ethan Wallker gave a quick acknowledgement to the judge, before walking away from it all.
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