[h3][center][b][u]Angel vs. Ivan[/u][/b][/center][/h3]
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Ivan's Attack = 14 (https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17218)
Angel's Attack = 10 (https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17219)
[i]Notes:
* [b]Angela[/b] takes 3 recoil damage from her attack and 14 damage from Ivan's attack. She has [b]83 Health[/b] left. 
* [b]Ivan[/b] takes 2 recoil damage from his attack and 10 damage from Angela's attack. He has [b]8 Health[/b] left.
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Ivan landed on the ground with a thud, clearly caught off guard by Angel's powerful kick. She did it with such grace and ease. His vision was blurry, he could taste blood, and fragments of teeth swam around in his mouth. To his left, the referee had stepped between them, one hand held out to signal the young woman to pause. 

[b]"Do you wish to continue?"[/b] The man in black and white stripes asked. Ivan could barely make out his words through the ringing in his ears, but he got the point. Even from his siting position, the girl wasn't that much taller than him. [i]Where did she get that much power?[/i] He wondered to himself. Then he noticed something. The blow he landed on her jaw, he could barely see any damage at all from it. Sure, some people were slower to bruise than others, but that hit would have broken the jaw of any other person he'd ever fought before, perhaps even snapped their neck. His decision was easy. 

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the large man hung his head and spoke softly. [i]"No. There is no point. I see now."[/i]

[hr][center][h3][b][u]Eclipse vs. Anthony[/u][/b][/h3][@FalloutJack][/center]
[b]Meanwhile, on Stage C...[/b]

Niko's next opponent stood across from him, a man wearing a boxer's uniform (minus the gloves). He must have been proud of his boxing prowess when he decided to come to this competition, but now his confidence was wavering. 

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He glanced over at an adjacent ring, just as a large Russian man hit the concrete floor with an audible thud. His opponent was a small wiry looking girl. He would not have expected that out of her. He then turned his attention back to his opponent. This young man had taken down his last opponent with one attack. Actually, "took down" would be putting it easy. He had nearly killed the man.

[b]"Fight!"[/b] Screamed the referee, as a bell rang in time with his announcement. 

Taking a nervous gulp. The boxer known as Anthony stepped forward slowly, cautiously. He would have to give it all he had, and watch out for his opponent's grappling maneuvers. Chin tucked, hands up, he inched closer and closer into striking distance. 

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[b][u][i]Anthony's Stats[/i][/u]
Health: 20
Base Power: 20
Attack Power: 20[/b][/center]