The sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows across the worn mat of the arena. Spectators leaned in, eager, voices rising in a buzz of anticipation.
This was the final match of the competition.
On one side of the ring stood Silver Curtis, now twelve, muscles lean and hardened from two years of intense training. He is calm focus burning behind his eyes.
On the other side, a much larger figure: Mr. Satan. He was a spectacle—a tall, broad-shouldered fighter with a billowing brown kimono.
"Let's make this quick, alright kid?" Mr. Satan said with a grin. "Gotta leave some time for autographs and fan photos."
Silver didn't reply. He raised his fists. Waited.
"I want a clean fight. When I say Stop, you stop. Are you ready"? Let's get it on!"
The bell rang signifying the start of the match.
Mr. Satan lunged first, launching a wide punch. Silver fought back, quick as a flash, then darted in with a jab to the ribs.
The crowd gasped as it connected.
Mr. Satan grunted but smirked. "Got some speed, huh?"
Silver didn't wait. He followed with a low kick to the shin and a spinning elbow—but Mr. Satan blocked it just in time. The man countered with a heavy right that caught Silver on the shoulder, sending him skidding back across the mat.
Pain flared through Silver's shoulder—but he grit his teeth and pushed through.
They circled, and this time Silver was the first to dash forward. Undeterred, Mr. Satan send a jab forward. Silver ducked and slide to the left and send another punch to the ribs, hoping to connect again. "Predictable" Mr. Satan caught his punch, and with his other hand caught silver's belt and slam Silver to the ground with an over the shoulder throw.
Silver staggered and summersaulted away from the man.
Silver continues his attacks, relentless and with perfect form. However Mr. Satan who mastered multiple discipline, block and evaded them. He would also retaliate a punch and kick of his own.
The crowd was on edge. No one had expected the young fighter to last even a minute. But now, two minutes in, and he continued a series of fists and kicks.
Without getting any attacks in, and getting the hit in return, Silver took the chance to back away.
Mr. Satan relished on the cheer of the crowd. He raised both of his hands as he circle around to rouse the crowd.
"Mr. Satan I love you!" Shouted a blonde adult fan in the crowd.
Mr. Satan ears grow, and his smile was wide as he heard the shout and and faced the fan. "Hahaha, I love you to random Fan!" he shouted as he pointed to the woman, his back now facing his opponent.
Silver noticed this chance and moved like lightning, leapt forward with a powerful jump, aiming for Mr. Satan unprotected Back.
Before his opponent could turn, he slipped behind, pressing his chest to the fighter's back. In a fluid motion, he wrapped his right arm around the champion's neck, tucking it neatly under the chin.
His bicep pressed against one side of the neck, his forearm against the other—cutting off blood flow, not air. A true sleeper hold.
With his left hand, Silver locked his right arm in place by gripping his own bicep, then slid his left hand behind the opponent's head, securing the position.
He squeezed.
Not with brute force, but with perfect form—shoulders tight, elbows down, chin tucked.
Mr. Satan's eyes widened. He tried to twist free.
Too late.
Silver kept his hooks in tight, his legs coiled around the opponent's waist to prevent escape.
In just seconds, the opponent's resistance began to fade.
A clean choke. Controlled. Precise. Silent.
The referee immediately run to stop Silver from continuing the choke.
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"Winner via a rare naked choke… Our new Champion, Silver!" The referee raised his hand.
Some in the crowd cheered. Some unable to process what transpired. But all were stunned.
Tired and bruised, the moment finally hit Silver.
He had faced a giant. Held his ground. and won.
He threw his fists into the air and shouted:
"YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!"
It was a roar of pride.
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After the celebration, Mr. Satan came in and congratulated him. "I may have lapsed my own judgement, but it was your technique that won it at the end. Congratulations kid. Make your name known out there."
With that he took off laughing hysterically as if the defeat did not concern him.
Her daughter blue haired girl followed beside her, but not before giving a a last glimpse on the champion.