Ch 3 An astounding display
A giant decaying arm flew past my head as I weaved with little effort. I haven't moved from my starting position since the beginning of the match. The match started 3 hours ago. I pivot on my heel and unleashed a powerful jab to his vocal cords. I don't know if people realize this, but dead people's breath stank. Like badly. No amount of mints can help it.
Weave, duck, dodge, and a fast jab to the throat. Repeat for three hours. Sounds boring right, trust me I know. I'm here for the training not for anything else. A furry offered the winner her body?,doesn't matter. Weave. The crowd is starting to get bored?, doesn't matter. Duck.
Grundy has noticed my pattern by now. It just no matter what he does or tries to hit me with at the last second, when he's a hair breath away from landing a devastating blow to my body. I take away and shatter his expectations.
" ROAR!!!", Grundy screams in pure rage, " FIGHT!!! FIGHT BACK!!". As stated last time the match doesn't end until one of us his dead. With Grundy frothing and foaming at the mouth. I let her run wild.
She bursts off in an impossible amount of speed and starts wailing on him. Primal. Savage. It's just so Granite. Haymaker after Haymaker. Stun after stun. Punch after Punch. Whereas i mimicked and perfected my own style of mashed together techniques , Granite took to combining a couple different methods of heavy punches and feet work. Left, right, left, right, right, dick shot.
Grundy grunts and crumples to the floor, meanwhile the audience starts to notice the cracks layered all over his body. Our plan worked. Every throat shot was filled with enough healing energy to overload his already insane regeneration abilities. And now the damage has started to show. We know that inside his spoiled organs that the damage was a lot more severe than a couple cracks. Our hand transformed into our favorite great sword and we swing down. Grundy's head rolls on the ground. Endurance training complete.
I instruct Granite to absorb Grundy and she falls into a pile of sludge and begins to cover the zombie and devour his corpse. She forms back over my previously naked body. And as Grundy's strength and regeneration courses through us I give 80% of the spoils to her and absorb the remainder into myself. There's no point in having me grow too fast. It's better to have her, my greatest weakness strengthened and defended.
I walk off the mat and proceed to the waiting area. Now that the challenge match is over we can recontinue the standardized matches. The crowd doesn't scream or shout because to them the match was to be expected, a awesome and drawn out fight. There pockets flooded with money after his and granites match. The crowd is filled with the people that have seen the MetaMatches champion time and time again. Ever since his first appearance at the age of 8 and all these years later silent pride emanates from them. The only ones shocked are the big hitting villains and vigilantes that are just now coming to the infamous illegal fights.
Red Hood was dragged off by the security guards, unconscious. Everyone knows the one rule in the MetaMatch arena: when the champion enters no one can leave and inform anybody. If they do, they are taken care of. Plain and simple.