Time passed, and with it, so did some matches.  Niko spent his time watching those who were fighting, observing them and their styles as no doubt alot of people were of him.  People were wary of what he'd done, so far, and he ddn't blame 'em, but...Niko felt kinda' bad over it.  Even still, that didn't curb him from watching and appraising his potential opponents.  While his leg was starting to feel a little better, it was aching a bit, but at least it wasn't serious.  Serious would be, perhaps, the word for his next opponent.

Ryan had been the epitome of improvised combat and dirty play.  Anything that hadn't been in the rules, rules which he must've studied to get some actual loopholes for, he was basically exploiting.  Not that the rules were entirely explicit on matters.  They were basic ones to keep everything fair between people.  That said, because he wasn't so much as skilled as hardy as hell, he'd gotten through his last match looking like Doomguy at 10% health, and we mean classic Doom, where he has a [i]face[/i], not modern Doom, which was essentially Doom 4.

This was the guy that Niko had beeen called up to fight, and as much as other people were relieved not to be fighting Niko [i]himself[/i], HE didn't really want a piece of Ryan.  The guy might do something unsportsman-like, such as make it impossible for Niko to continue, should he overpower the guy.  That was why he [i]definitely[/i] needed to overpower him, and quickly.  On 'Go', Niko ran forward, dropped his hands down, and flipped so that both legs were flung first at Ryan's mid-section to foot-slam him hard enough to either down him quickly or send him right out of the fighting ring!

[i]-Vaulting double-foot strike, Power 80[/i]