World Martial Arts Tournament, Planet Earth
Saturday, July 16th, 2500
Round 2 Heats Up!!
The next match began less than fifteen minutes later, exactly on the three o'clock hour. The sun was bearing down at an uncomfortable yet manageable 85°F. The two competitors this time were the champion himself, Micheal Miocic, and his mysterious opponent known only as Lee.
As soon as the gong rang, they charged straight at each other. It was clear by the look in both their eyes, neither one of them was taking this battle lightly. Again, Micheal switched between fighting styles, trying to find the one that would unlock his opponent. But that wouldn't be enough this round. Lee stepped in time with Micheal. Their furious fists clashed over and over again, neither landing a decisive blow.
Then, it happened, Micheal took a fighting stance that was only seen twice in the last ten years. In the past two tournaments, he had taken this stance just before defeating his opponent in the final match. Yet here he was, pulling out his secret technique in the quarter finals...
A familiar wind swept the stadium, circling Micheal. This was his twister technique. The longer his opponent waits, the stronger the swirling winds become. Attacking early, before the winds get too strong, that has been the consensus of analysts for many years.
Apparently Lee didn't agree. He charged into Micheal's storm, right away. The crowd tried their best to see what was happening, but it was hardly possible. Lee was moving too fast. Micheal's winds were starting to pick up dust. This was it. The end.
CRASH!!!
The wind storm died off as quickly as it started. In the center of the ring, Lee stood tall, although he looked like he had been hit by a train. Micheal on the other hand lied outside the arena, and he looked like he was hit and ran over by ten trains. His limbs were twisted in ways that limbs shouldn't be twisted. He looked dead...
The medical team rushed to his side and injected him with the same syringe they had to use in the previous match. At first nothing happened. Then his eyes opened, if only a little, and he smiled, a peaceful smile. He seemed happy to taste defeat for the first time.
When the referee held Lee's hand into the air, the crowd erupted with excitement. It was as if they had already accepted this newcomer as their new champion. Of course, the tournament was far from over...
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