The rowdy cheers from the crowd could be heard, urging the sprawl in the ring to keep on going. Marcus was more reserved while John was more brazen,being the one taking the initiatives with their encounters.
'So fifteen matches, two per day coming to a total of thirty but for twenty then for the first half of it, it'll be awarded for points depending how fast, how smooth or how well executed and strategized the victory was thus the one's who want to run again would have the most.'
'The points themselves would have to be five points for flawless, four points for nigh perfection, three points for a standard match, two points for roughed and one point for a bare victory. Ten points to proceed to the next half of the tournament meaning that they would have to fight am average of three to four matches.'
'The concept of deduction upon loss exists making every fight matter and handed to the victor. Fights can be declined however if the person's points is too high then they'll have to fight. Not to mention these people are being bet on like horses this even if they do fail to come close to victory, they'll have gained something in return.'
Andrew contemplated as he looked at the two men who had been going at it for twenty minutes, neither side ready to lose as the spark of determination shone brightly in their eyes.
He had been tiring John out and it would seem that it had paid off, a strategy that would be great in decoding what area of expertise a fighter was good at and their capabilities. But if he faced Andrew, then the plan would have fell flat.
"And we have our winner, Marcus Blackwell with three points!" After the short ring of a bell, the winner was declared. He had a fired look about him, a surge of energy and eagerness for what was to come. As for John, he heaved softly, trying to get on his feet.
He was given a hand by Marcus which he took as the two admired each other's skills. The two of them dabbled in kick boxing thus it was clear that if they could learn from each other,then they could improve their own skills for later.
The fight had dragged on for quite some time thus it couldn't be concluded for the top two ranks thus it was better suited to be awarded three points. Marcus wasn't that beaten up, similar to John however later on, light bruises and small cuts could be considered lucky.
"Since we have concluded out first match, please follow me to your lockers." The referee instructed them all to which they followed to a tee. They were all greeted with a huge room that resembled a high school locker complex that was beneath the entire stadium.
And to that, they were all assigned their own lockers. "It isn't mandatory to use them." And with that, the referee took his leave, some took their leave given that another fight was shortly followed and they weren't entailed in it, some got adjusted to their lockers including Andrew.
"Hey kid! Don't you think that you should be somewhere else? This tournament isn't for kids and no one here will go easy on you because of it." A voice, puffed and filled with arrogance reigned which was aimed at Andrew. Given that he was the youngest, he stood out of the crowd rather easily.
He didn't respond as he glanced at the uniform handed to him. Some dark shorts with white laces acting as a belt, no shirt and a face guard. Suited for a kick boxer which he had filled to be his speciality.
"You little brat, don't ignore your elders while they talk!" Furious with how callous Andrew was to him, the owner of the voice stepped up. A man who was well rounded, it was clear that he delved into reserves rather than active combat. His accent eastern as his made his way to Andrew.
Given his girth, some of the other participants had to make way for him. He was taller than Andrew, his broad frame easy to intimidate any opponent which towered precariously over Andrew. "Hah! I you have a problem with me then let's settle it in the ring, not here."
His tone monotone which was followed by a deathly silence. All eyes landed on the pair before an outrage of laughter followed. "Hahahaha! Kid do you think that you can go against me? I've been doing this even before you could walk!" Comments of mockery and ridicule followed shortly after.
To think that Andrew would challenge such an opponent this early, it was equivalent for him to plead for a hospital visit . "Do you think because you saw a few videos on the internet about boxing mean that you could take on professionals?" The man, Stan Smith smirked as he looked down on Andrew.
However seeing his calm demeanor, it was clear that Andrew was serious. "Sure, let's see who you'll call out for help, you father or your mother?! Hahaha!" Shouts of jeers came from those around them encouraging the feud between the two. Some of them felt that Andrew's presence was rather off.
To see such a young participant at such a place felt a little insulting and blinded by their hubris, they had to settle such an eyesore. But of course there were those who chose to simply watch from the side. Stan Smith withdrew from Andrew's figure making his way to his own locker where he made his change.
As for Andrew, he changed to into his proper attire which exposed his figure. His sculpted abs, his wide chest and well rounded and muscles that brimmed with power. It felt that his body was crafted rather than achieved through rigorous exercise.
"Hey kid, maybe you should have become a model rather than a fighter!" A voice rose through the air to which he treated as it was, nothing short of noise. As for Stan Smith, he was now adorned in lose robes that covered his rounded mass but even then, it was easy to tell.
The two made their way to the ring where the judges were absent including the referee. One of the fighters took it upon themselves to play as the referee. "Okay gents, we definitely have a special fight today. It's a shame that it won't be recorded however that doesn't mean it won't be entertaining."
A couple of snarky laughs came from the crowd. "To my left we have Stan Smith, a fierce and well rounded individual who will be facing Mama's boy over here..." The step in referee was on the verge of breaking into laughter however he held himself back. "I'm sure that it won't last long and with it, let's get it started!"
In a quick dash, the supposed referee made his way out of the ring and onto the side to watch the train reck that he had concluded in his mind. Andrew gave a light sigh as he glanced at Stan Smith who had a deathly grin on his face. It was clear that he wasn't planning on holding back with him.
"What's the matter kid? Don't tell me that you're all frozen up now!" Stan teased as his eyes landed on his opponent. Unbeknowst to them all, they were under watch by Jasper and Greta who watched from way above behind classy and rigid glass walls.
All kinds of cameras had their attention at the pair in the ring. 'So I hadn't been seeing things! He was really that young!' Greta mused, her eyes on the screen. "I still can't believe that such a young kid would even participate in such an event."
Jasper spoke with his head tilted slightly as if interested with what was about to transpire. The fight was legal implicating that if any of them came out injured then they themselves would have to take care of it themselves.
Andrew's hands were placed in such a limpy and lazy stance, as if he wasn't thrilled at the slightest to be here. In his mind, he had already concluded over twenty ways of taking Stan down. Some reckless, some tedious and others embarrassing.
Knowing that he was being watched, he chose the most swift and well calculated one. Without warning, he made his towards Stan who was slightly shocked with how fast he moved. 'He's quite fast but what good will it do if not tire him out quicker when facing me.'
However the next set of actions left not only him but the onlookers puzzled. Andrew's movements seem to pick up pace to an inhuman level. His first punch a fake out making Stan flinch to the side where he was met with a powerful punch which he had anticipated as he raised his arms to block it.
What he didn't expect was the power behind it. From a twenty years old, sure he expected a light sting given the mass of flesh he had to absorb the damage and energy however the pain that he felt, it was equivalent to having a metal bat bludgeoned into his arm.
Wincing at the pain as he tried to pull back, his face grimaced, he was met with a kick from Andrew who had spun his figure around.
*BAM*
Like a car ran across his head, his mouth was filled a metallic taste as he heard the faint crack of some bones. His vision felt blurry and heated, his breathes ragged and given his mass, he stumbled into the direction of the kick.
By now, he felt a heavy blow to his leg. The pain something he had never felt in his entire life. He was sure that it a little more force was added then it would have been broken for sure.
'What is this kid's body made of? Reinforced steel or what?!' He concluded, his mind thrown into a world of blurs and incomprehensible pain. His teeth were gritted as the red tinge of blood could be seen paint it.
He writhed on the ground in agony, his breathes slowing down and before his vision went dark, Andrew's eyes were the last thing he saw. The cold, indifferent and apathetic that cast down on him as if in ridicule and spite. And with that, he lost consciousness.
"..."