The bellringer rang the bell. The small crowd roared at the start of the brawl. Such was the atmosphere of the underground fighting arena of Lothua. The arena was first made a few years ago when a strong warrior by the name of Makunouchi arrived in the refugee camp. Her fiery ambition always wanted to test her strength against someone stronger than herself.
The white haired beauty charged ahead to the opposite corner. A strong ripped looking man with a scar across his face awaited on the other corner. Within seconds, her red eyes focused upon his dark eyes. His arms closed in for a grapple, but he ended up grappling nothing but air.
In the small gap where his defense was down, she jumped up from her crouched position. His chin was struck hard with her knee. His face got sent back from the impact, and during her air time she clenched her fist and landed a left hook to the side of his face.
The impact from the knee and the hook was enough to disorient his balance and caused him to land on the canvas. The referee of the match got in Matsuri’s way and instructed her to go into the neutral corner.
She took a deep breath as the count began. She wiped the sweat off her brow and cracked her neck.
“Three… Four…”
The count continued as the man got to his knees and put his arm around the ropes for support. His other hand was on his knee to push himself up.
“Five…Six…Seven…”
He managed to get into his fighting pose. His breathing was faster than normal and his vision had just returned to normal after it blurred when he stood up. The referee checked him over and looked into his eyes. Her opponent nodded that he could continue.
He shook the cobwebs from his head and charged at her. Her eyes peered into his soul as he drew closer and closer to her. The match had just begun but he was the first to stand up to her accurate attacks. Perhaps it was because of his type of build.
His right arm closed in as he clenched his fist to strike her body. The moment that it was about to strike, she weaved and dodged the punch and sidestepped out of the corner.
She kept her distance from him for a while to find an opening for her strongest attack. She adopted this attack after someone used it against her a few months ago. She used her footwork and weight shifting to weave her body in a manner similar to the figure eight. She stepped closer to him with each weave, gaining speed. He made an attempt to tackle her and counter the move, but she was quicker. She landed a punch and kept weaving her body. She landed another punch with her other arm. Then another. And another. And another.
The speed and power of her impacts grew stronger with every weave. It became too late for him to try and evade and his eyes cringed with the pain of the body shots. The impacts had almost made him sick in the stomach. If he took anymore, he would throw up soon.
Her flurry of attacks ended with a strong quick punch that left a burning sensation on his chest as his body quickly hit the canvas with a strong thud.
The referee stepped in and she went to the neutral corner. He started the count, but inspected him more thoroughly. He waved his hands that signaled the end of the match.
The bell rang a few times. She sighed and took a few breaths. She rolled her neck around and stepped outside of the ring.
She put her palms together and bowed as a sign of gratitude for the victory. However, she wasn’t satisfied with her opponent. She walked to a bench nearby and sat down. One of the members of the audience walked up to her.
“That was a magnificently quick match as always, Ms. Makunouchi.” They smiled.
“Just call me Matsuri,” she replied with a sincere smile.
The smile quickly faded when she slouched forward and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” the young person asked.
“…He wasn’t as strong as he looked, was he?” Matsuri sighed.
“I suppose not…” the person cocked a brow. In the background, someone was heard, calling for someone.
“Oh! My father is calling for me. I better get going. It was nice talking to you. Keep up the good work!” the black haired boy sat up and dashed off to his father.
Matsuri waved. It was the first time someone from the audience came up and talked to her. At first she felt somewhat awkward, but the feeling soon left her as the feeling of disappointment took over. She sighed and stood up. She shook her hands to remove the stinging sensations.
He wasn’t all that strong, but body felt like steel. Ouch…
She walked up the stairs and outside of the underground. She stretched and yawned. She looked up at the cloud-filled sky and sighed.
“It sure looks gloomy today…” she said to herself.
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