10 Tournament part 2

As I sat there waiting silently for my next battle, I noticed that the room slowly got colder and emptier as time passed. The grey monotone walls, the boring black coloured carpet and the lack of windows made the room solemn. The room that was once filled with nervous tension soon turned to one filled with eerie quietness and heaviness. This intensified the higher I climbed in the competition.

In the next round for the top 128, My next opponent fell just ass easily as the last, a question mark kick to the face, followed by a leg sweep and an armbar to finish it off.

Top 64, the opponent was harder and It took a whole minute to beat him. I had to employ the use of fakes, leg kicks, and kicks to the ankle, in order to topple him and limit his mobility. A spinning leg kick to the liver was all it took to end the fight.

Top 32, I had to use a takedown and work on him from half mount to full mount to an arm-triangle choke. The fight took much longer than I expect just because he was fast and agile on his feet which stopped most of my takedown attempts.

Soon I was once again waiting in the waiting room all alone. The stadium was removing the other stages and getting the main stage ready for the top 16. All 16 had their own little rooms to get mentally ready before the fight. this was my last fight for the day before I moved into the top 8.

As I heard the fat guy talk and announce me my blood began to pump faster than ever. Throughout my climb, I seem to have gained fans since I heard more people cheer when I walked in to fight. especially when I fought in the top 32 match.

"now I will be announcing the dark horse of this competition, and one of the youngest members to ever make it this far at the age of NINE." he paused dramatically to see the reaction of the crowd. His call was right since the audience began to whisper and talk before a cheer came out of their mouths. The announcer smiled at the reaction before he continued at just the right time.

"He has been dubbed a genius martial artist, and a force to be reckoned with, not sustaining any hits throughout the length of the competition, his technique is innovative and refreshing to watch and his brutal nature accentuates his fighting technique further. I present to you TOOOOOOM KNIGHTTTTT," he yelled the last part stretching my name just like bruce buffer would.

As I walked into the arena I was greeted by a massive wave of cheers and shouts from all directions as I made my way to the stage. Step by step I climbed the wooden steps and stood there silently, as I set my gaze on the exit to which my next opponent would come out of. The announcer soon started to speak again.

"next as another new competitor and the younger brother of George Pavel aged 12 this year. Like his brother, throughout the competition, he has been unbeaten and swiftly beat his opponents. Let us welcome, JEREMYYYY PAAAVELLLL," he yelled again and copied how he introduced me.

Jeremy soon walked out and appeared in my sight. He was taller than me, but not by much, he had brown hair and brown eyes. He made his way over to the stage with a thunderous audience that equalled mine. Jeremy soon stood opposite me about 5 meters or so to be exact. We stared at each other for a little while before he smiled. "so, you are the dark horse, Tom Knight huh? you don't seem like much. Please forfeit, it is commendable of you to reach such a stage at such an early age but, the top 16 is no longer filled with amateurs and locals who think they are top shit. I suggest you quit while you ahead or you-" I cut him off before he could finish. Quit with the yapping, you remind me of my neighbour's dog, talk the talk walk the walk." I said dismissively and looked towards the referee for his action.

Jeremy was red in the face and had a couple of his veins popped as he honed his eyes on the referee again. The referee, seeing that both competitors were ready lifted his hand, mentioned the rules as he always does and slashed his arm down. "start"

Jeremy stood still and looked at me, waiting. He seemed to have somewhat calmed down. at least from what I could see his face wasn't so red like before. With a slight chuckle, I sprinted towards him before going into a jump kick. Jeremy dodged it slightly before going for a head kick himself. I ducked and went for the single-leg sweep since Jeremy still had his leg in the air. Jeremy was faced with limited options, he could only jump up to avoid the leg. I smiled at his actions. Like I said, a chess game.

I got up quickly and went for a spin kick. He was an open target and couldn't move in mid-air. Jeremy was forced to take the hit and landed on the ground while grimacing in pain as he clutched his stomach. I laughed again as I stared at him. MMA is as much a mental game as it is a physical game and getting into the head of your opponent is a key to winning. As seen in this example. Jeremy from what I can deduce has lived his life in the shadow of his brother, therefore, he hates losing so much more, and getting into his head by making him feel inferior is an easy ticket to victory.

My theory proved to be right as the anger in his eyes intensified and he got up. he should have his mind clouded by anger right now so it will be easy to manipulate him into a bad trade. A game-ending trade. As I went for a jab I moved around and chucked in some leg kicks while goading his ego even more. He went for a kick to keep his distance but instead of moving away I caught it and tugged backwards, effectively losing his balance. Step one complete opportunity revealed. Step two, as he stumbled forward due to lack of footing, I close lined him by hooking my arm where his neck was. He fell backwards before landing on his back, Step two complete.

Step three, I mounted him and went on to ground and pound where he was forced into defence. He attempted a triangle choke when I went for a jab which he successfully achieved. I stood my ground while leaning over with my arm in his grasp and I attempted to lift him up. He was a lean kid with not much bulk, so it was possible albeit difficult. I suddenly dropped him back onto the floor with much more force which broke the hold. I quickly got a hold of his foot and proceeded to perform an ankle hold. Step three completed. Step 4, I twisted his ankle with no regard for whether I would break it or not.

I started to hear a crack when he screamed and tapped instantly. The referee intervened immediately and stopped the fight. Jeremy clutched his foot in agony. "you fucker how dare you hurt me this much, you son of a whore." he said in between wails. My anger rose to new heights as I took a step forward before I suddenly heard the voice of Drak

[kid you need to calm down your eyes have changed colour again. Take a deep breath look down and walk away.] he said quickly. I was startled and quickly took a deep breath. This was close, luckily I didn't get caught. As I took a final look at Jeremy I saw his face turn pale white as he pointed at me trying to say something before he passed out from the pain. I started to sweat Thinking he saw me.

[kid relax, if he says anything just say that he was hallucinating from the pain,] he said as he came up with the strategy to cover for the accident.