Let's Get Ready to Rumble! (UFC Signees)

[Ayen]

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Another sold out crowd, another raging night as people from all over Isafaro gathered around the octagon as the cage lowered. The silver from the silver plated walls shinning in the bright colored lighting of the lights up above as the priests formed a perimeter around the octagon keeping the people at a distance. A man dressed in a black suit with short brown hair and brown eyes walked to the center of the ring, holding out his hand as a microphone lowered from the ceiling for him to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, ARE YOU READY!?”

The crowd erupted in cheers, The Booker hidden away in the private booth to the south stroking the head of her kitty as the fighters were escorted to the ring. Both muscular men over six feet tall, one a blonde with green eyes and dressed in black tights shirtless and the others in street clothes with medium black hair in curls with blue eyes and a beard.

“Then for the thousands at attendance, and the millions watching at home around the world... LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!”

The bell sounded and the two men immediately collided into each other in a charge, locking horns as a power struggle quickly ensued between them. Neither one willing to budge an inch but there could only be one winner as the blonde brought the brunette down to his knees, squeezing his arms prior to lifting him up and drop kicking him in the gut. The brunette hits the canvas hard and the blonde stays on the attack, lifting him up and smashing his face into the cage wall, smoke rising from the face as the brunette screamed in agony from the blessed silver. Fans continuing to scream as the blonde lifted his opponent up and hurled him into the cage wall! The brunette rolled across the mat, holding onto his back as the blonde came to pick him up, but the brunette hit him with a Low Blow and a DDT. No rules to speak of preventing him from using such a cheap tactic as the crowd booed. Lifting up an arm and wrapping himself around it, the brunette performed an Arm Scissor applying heavy amounts of pain to the blonde who refused to give up even then. This caused the brunette to break the hold and bring his boot crashing down into his hand to crush it.

The crowd had chosen their champion, they cheered for the blonde even though they didn't know his name, and booed the brunette who they knew just as little about. The brunette put the blonde in a headlock, looking to put him to sleep. But as the roar of the crowd got louder, the blonde got stronger. He got up to one knee and then both feet, his elbow ramming into the stomach of the brunette repeatedly before punching him once, twice, three times in the face. Grabbing his arm and performing an Irish Whip but pulling him back at the last second right into a massive Clothesline! The blonde pumps his chest and then signal that the end is near by running his thumb across his neck, pulling up the brunette by his hair and lifting him up into a Powerbomb position but instead of slamming him against his back, he slams him on his head! The skull practically bouncing off the canvas as the man goes down and the ref, as well as everyone else, can tell he's down for good. The bell rings and the ref lifts up his arm in victory as the fans cheer.

“Your winner by Total Knockout: Ted Morrison!”

Morrison screamed out and pounded his hand to his chest as he celebrated the latest victory, meanwhile his nameless opponent was being dragged out of the ring by guards as the Announcer continued to speak.

“Tonight we have a very special treat for all of you, an open challenge for this man right here, Ted Morrison. Who among you has the courage to step into the octagon and take on this Champion one on one?”

[Saasha]

The roar of the crowd and the pulsing throbbing of the air stirred something within the redhead's spirit. It tugged at her and pulled her to raise her hand, willed her to walk to the edge of the ring, and gave her the heart to let her booming voice carry even over the loud humming of the hundreds gathered there that day. "I do!"

What was she doing? Didn't she say she was done? Didn't she say she was finished with rings, with fights, with people? Yeah she had, but this- this was something that she couldn't escape. Looking around the arena she realized that places like this were her home. This was her safe ground. This was her life... She wasn't just fighting for kicks, for thrills. This was something that she had been raised on and loved from the bottom of her soul. Gambling? Cheating? Rigged matches? Whatever. This is where she belonged. And if she wasn't going home anytime soon, she might as well make the best of it.

Hoodie and all, she paced to the ring and pulled off her hoodie, revealing her black sport bra and grey fight shorts. Good thing she had decided to wear her fight gear. Even down to her calf-high, hard bottomed ring boots. Her wraps were already on her fists and her blood was already pumping. Within her eyes, swirls of blue danced in delight at the prospect of a brawl. She had not yet, however removed the earbuds from her head- the player of which was tucked neatly between her breasts in the front of her bra.

[Ayen]

A couple of whistles could be heard among the men in the audience as Nick removed her hoodie. The Announcer took his leave of the ring and the referee called for the bell as the challenge was accepted and the match officially went on the way. Ted simply observed the woman, fingers rubbing his chin and grinning slyly as he looked the woman over from head to toe.

“Come now... I can think of a much more exciting physical activity we could do in private. What do you say? Lay down for me.”

[Saasha]

Nick may have been all of 5' 7" and 145 pounds, but she knew how to use it. Before Ted could blink, Nick's leading foot and body would be sliding into place right beside him, her whole torso turning into a Superman punch for his solar plexus to knock the air clean out of him. She hadn't wasted any time once she got into the ring, just walked right up to him while he talked.

Now that her hoodie was off, and she was mid strike, one could see the firm tone of her muscles in her abs, arms, and legs flexing. No room for fat or extra flesh as they bunched with the force of her strike. Her back foot was poised and ready to spin out of the way should he try to reach for her. Calculate and destroy. Make a canoe out of the opponent's head. That was what she had been taught.

[Ayen]

Ted caught the punch, invoking a roar from the crowd as he reach out to grab the arm and put her in a standing hammerlock against the nearby cage wall but she spun out of the way. Being quick on his own two feet Ted grabbed her from behind mid-spin and lifted her up into a backbreaker.

[Saasha]

She never went above his head however. Quickly she realized what kind of fighting her was using and grabbed his thumb, jerking it down and away from his other hand around her middle. At the same time she planted her foot firmly into his stomach- he being much bigger than she- and pressed the short, hard rubber grips on the bottom of her heel into his flesh and jerked from his grip. But she didn't wait to land. Still holding onto his thumb, she slipped under his arm to wrench it behind him before lifting her foot to smash it harshly into the bach tendon of his knee.

[Ayen]

Ted used his free arm to connect with his elbow against Nick's body and then spun around to her back before the foot could come down to the back of his knee. This time it was his turn to wench her arm, taking a whiff of her hair as he twisted the hand to make sure she couldn't use a similar counter on him.

“You're gonna have to do better than that.”

[Saasha]

Quickly she sat directly on his leg and with her free hand reached back and grabbed him by his hair. She quickly popped her hip back and up, a sensual motion... had it not been for the fact that it lifted him off of the ground and sent him flying over her head as she stepped back. To uncurl her arm, she let him fly over her and she flipped in place to not only uncurl her arm, but also to press her foot into the mans chest to give him a helping hand into the metal.

[Ayen]

“Watch the hair!”

That soon became such a trivial matter as he was flipped over her head in a hip toss, but he still had her arm in his hand. Using this to his advantage he pulled on it to allow his feet to come up against her in a kick but he couldn't land all of it as she moved, helping him up and kicking him into the cage wall. The blessed silver steel burning at his back as steam came drifting up through the air but he didn't let that stall him. Just seconds after hitting the wall he did a back flip, sticking to it like a spider and then jumping off and into a Flying Clothesline!

[Saasha]

As his massive form beared down upon her, arms outspread to drag her to the mat, a spark started in her eye. A hard and harsh stare bore deep down into his core as she simply watched is descending body. No words needed to be said, no sounds needed to be uttered, and no sign needed to be given to show what she was going to do- she was going to maul him into a pulp.

She reached up and latched her hands around his neck and let her body weight do her talking as she twisted around to face the direction of his momentum. With a vicious rip she yanked down on his head to bring him to the mat straight on his head to either knock him clean out or at least stun him. Either way she wouldn't wait to see as she leapt onto his chest, pressing her knees harshly into his underarms- pinning them high above his head so he couldn't strike her. Then, let blow upon blow rain down upon the man's face. Each one tinted with a vicious grunt, a tribute to the sheer power she put behind each one. She was taking no prisoners. Ted was going to either pass out or give up. Either that or he would continue to get blow upon blow forced into his face until the mat behind his head was bloodied.

[Ayen]

Nick would notice there was something wrong when the man wasn't registering the pain as a normal person would, and there was a wide grin on his face as she continued to punch him relentlessly. Right before another punch could come crashing down he spat out acid from his mouth towards her face, threatening to burn her skin as reptilian eyes came to the surface. Due to the barrier that has been put into place the acid wouldn't be powerful enough to burn through her skin but it would still burn like a bitch. Giving him the opening needed for him to apply all his abnormal strength knocking her off him and then jumping to his feet. Regenerating the damage previously done to his face.

“Now the gloves come off.”

[Saasha]

Nick's eyes narrowed- and not just from the pain of the acid as it seeped deep into her eyes. Smokey smell... That meant only one thing. She grunted and wiped her eyes one more time before closing them completely. Fuck they burned. Her whole face was on fire, but it was her eyes that really bothered her. She could feel the acid beginning to work it's way down her flesh even though she had wiped it off. "Well this is gonna but a kink in things. At least her next move had been decided.

Bringing her hands up, she dropped back into her stance... and waited.

[Ayen]

“Don't tell me you're afraid now.”

Ted released another acid-spit in Nick's direction where she stood in wait.

[Saasha]

Nick's breathing became slow and level as she focused, feeling for his aura, his warmth, his muscles moving, his voice, his breathing, his very life force. There he was.

“Don't tell me you're afraid now.”

There was a sound of something being spit in her direction and the glow of her colors showed the red glow of the trail of acid behind her closed eyes. Quickly, she dipped to the side and let the red stream soar past her, landing squarely on the cage with a boiling sizzle from the holy chain and the nature of the acid itself. Slowly, the outline of his form began to glow red behind her eyes. Got him...

But before she would charge, her colors did the most odd thing. Slowly, one of the lue specks that were perpetually within her sight elongated and thinned into a rope-like shape and began to slowly intertwine itself around Ted's neck, loop after loop. But while all of this was happening in her eyes, but the event would be invisible to all but the woman herself. Just to humor herself, she suddenly tightened the 'rope', urging it to constrict the neck of Ted's form tightly. No one could see the occurrence... until the blue within her eyes suddenly morphed to a glowing white, pure and holy as the barriers that surrounded the ring and the 'rope' that had shimmered invisibly before now violently tensed around the man's neck and became visible to all eyes that were turned upon the cage. A holy and pure noose.

[Roy Atenwood]

This girl was impressive. Very impressive, for one so small. Granted, Roy didn't know how far his own power went, so he was impressed with any fighter he saw winning, usually. But this girl was something else.

Roy leaned back in his seat, contemplating the nature of these fights. It was odd. Things like spitting acid were allowed, so he figured his own powers would be allowed. It was a pretty natural assumption, though he wasn't sure how far those powers went, either. His life was...confusing, even though this was merely the outset.

He clenched one fist when she made the noose. He would likely submit. Roy was confident enough for a deathmatch, he supposed, but he had figured against signing up for one because he had been alive less than a week. It would be ridiculous to put his life on the line for something as simple as money at this stage. Maybe once he was a for years old he would try Deathmatching, but not yet.

He sighed, reaching into the bucket of popcorn he had bought, and scraping the bottom of it, shoving the last few popped kernels in his mouth, and sipping at the extra large soda. First thing he had had to eat and drink since he was born, and it didn't taste all that good to him. The soda did, but the popcorn was very low quality.

The demigod sighed again as he observed the fight. This crap wasn't even buttery. Kaden's memories told him popcorn was supposed to be buttery.

He neither cheered nor booed. Just thought random thoughts until something related to the fight popped into his head...