It was a beautiful how things fell into place. Sometimes a fight just goes so well that even the fighters themselves are surprised at the artistry and magic they exhibit. This was one of those moments. 20,789 people were witnessing it live, and millions upon millions around the world saw it on television. 

Tre’Yan was full of vinegar and vim. He was a true fighter, no, he was a warrior. Never backing down, never surrendering for even a moment. As Jake was completing the masterfully executed double-leg takedown, the boney boxer threw an upper cut, sadly to no avail.  Time stopped as thousands of people collectively held their breaths, and then an explosion of sound as the two men slammed onto the canvas. 

Tre’Yan was on his back, Jake was atop him, pinning his left arm against his body with his knees. Sprawled across Tre’Yan’s chest, Jake had his right forearm lay across Tre’Yan’s forehead. Jake’s left arm lay atop of Tre’Yan’s abdomen. While it had been an excellent takedown, in a flash the kid had managed to squirm enough to take Jake out of position to execute a kimura. Now he would have to work to gain some form of control. As Jake began to work he was rocked by a quick and vicious punch from his pinned opponent.  It was a sudden punch, full of whatever strength that Tre’Yan could muster.  It stung. After this fight he’d have to take the kid out for a beer, he earned it. 

Jake knew he couldn’t handle another shot like that without giving some ground. Damn that kid was amazingly strong. However Tre’Yan not being a ground fighter had made a mistake in throwing that punch. 

In a quick body heave, barely moving off Tre’Yan’s body Jake snaked across the boxer’s torso. As the young boxer drew his arm back to try and launch another shot, Jake was already making his move. The right arm that had been grinding the forehead shot forward grasping the boxers forearm up by the wrist, just below the palm heel as the left arm slipped under Tre’Yan’s right arm. The body shift still pinned the boxers left arm against the boney body, however the right knee was up higher now, pressing into the left shoulder. 

Jake’s left hand gripped his own right forearm, Tre’Yan’s elbow rested on Jake’s left arm. Now it was just about pressure. Using his greater weight he fought to stretch out Tre’Yan’s right arm. There was little doubt that the man would try to fight, but being on his back and with no base to provide any power it would be a losing battle. Rolling up a smidge the larger Jake was going to stretch out Tre’Yan’s right arm, applying pressure to the elbow which was in the precarious position of being broken. Jake’s left arm under it, and the right hand at the wrist pushing it down should by all rights begin to create immense pressure on the joint. 

[color=00aeef]“Kid, I don’t want to break it.”[/color] Jake hissed as he cinched up the move, a classic straight arm lock from the side mount. It was a painful joint lock and one that could ruin a man’s career if he was too stubborn to yield because of pride. 7 pound of pressure for a normal man was required to break the elbow. Jake knew that Tre’Yan was not normal, and because of that he knew he would have to apply more pressure, but not much more. 

[color=00aeef]“Tap kid, you fought well but this is the end.”[/color]