Brenda stuck her fist out for Beatriz to bump as she smiled. She was way taller than the girl and she said, “Now
that’s what I want to hear. I’m not here for the Power Stone but don’t think I’ll go easy on you…”
Brenda chuckled.
“… Beatrix.”
Beatriz was excited to fight, and reached out her hand to bump the fist of her opponent. But the last word Brenda said caused the young fighter to squint one eye for a moment.
”It- it’s Beatriz. Beatrizuh. With a Z.” She said.
She ran a hand through her hair, chuckling, “…I know,”
That was before Brenda cocked her fist back and charged Bea, sending the mother of all haymakers towards her right cheek.
”Well then why did you-” The words hadn’t even stopped coming out of Beatriz’s mouth by the time her body took over. She leaned back, dropping her leading hand and raising her leading shoulder and chucking her chin into it to protect her jaw. She stepped backwards, the haymaker plowing through the air in front. Beatriz leaned back in and fired a counter straight punch into Brenda’s mouth, stepping into the strike like she was trying to punch all the way through.
Which staggered the boxer, she quickly wiped the blood and chuckled. She countered with a series of lightning fast jabs.
”How’d you like that, RONDA- ohshit!” Bea backpedaled frantically, raising her arms in front of her face and trying to put space between her and the taller woman. Beatriz tried to go for another counter, stopping her retreat and trying to let one of Brenda’s fists slip between her shoulder and tilted head, before zipping forward and shooting another fierce punch towards Brenda’s midsection.
The strike knocked the wind out of her and she chuckled for a second. She staggered backwards before falling to her knees. Holding her stomach.
Bea couldn’t believe it. Her heart was pounding! In her mind, she was thinking that Brenda was being way too aggressive right off the bat. She also wondered what Brenda thought was so funny.
Well, regardless, it was time for a combo. Brenda was vulnerable, and Beatriz never pulled her punches. Beatriz committed to an upward swinging kick to Brenda’s midsection to pop her up, punched her once more in the belly to double her over, and then cocked her fist back for a haymaker over her own. She stepped back and her fist flashed green.
”Gr-r-r-rat!” She shouted with a roll of her r’s. She swung it down like a hammer into Brenda’s cheek to send her skidding across the ground…
“…You’re too cocky.” Brenda muttered with a smile before sliding to the side, dodging Bea’s attack completely and retaliated with an uppercut.
Bea missed her combo string and her haymaker, her eyes widening. She looked over and received the uppercut.
”Grk! Her head jerked upward. Then Brenda followed it up with two more strikes that launched her across the arena.
She had a hand on her hip as she approached, “If you want to survive in the world of Nomads, young blood - not just this tournament… ” Brenda wiped a trail of spit from the side of her lips, “… You’re gonna have to come heavier than that.”
Beatriz rolled to a stop and pushed herself to one knee, groaning. She looked at Brenda, a fire in her eyes.
”Tch.” Clearly she didn’t appreciate the advice. When she hopped up to her feet, she performed Toe Tap, creating a flaming ball of green ki. She dribbled it between her feet and ran forward, taking it with her. When she got close she kicked it towards Brenda’s face and used that as a distraction to Slide Tackle, looking to kick into Brenda’s calf and knock her off balance while getting behind her.
Brenda blocked the fireball and fell for it and fell over for a second as she whipped around and swung wildly… damn near falling over, catching herself at the last second.
This time Beatriz was set on putting Brenda on the defensive. She wasn’t going to take turns anymore. When Brenda turned to wildly swing, Bea was already bearing down on her with a downward punch to the face. The punch would come close, but would stop short. Then she went to kick Brenda’s leg, and followed up with a floating couple of Rolling Kicks to send Brenda stumbling.
”Hay-yah!” Beatriz landed right in front of Brenda and looked to keep up the pressure by sweeping her legs out from under her…. Which connected and knocked her over. The boxer quickly rolled away to get some space from Bea and got on her feet.
“Time to take the kid gloves off…” Brenda thought to herself as she cocked her fist back- it charged with ki - and then launched forward. Sending her forward so fast she was coated in flames.
“… ERUPTION.”
Beatriz was approaching when she saw Brenda get up with a very powerful looking move.
”What’s-” Bea said before crossing her arms in front of her to try and block as much of this as possible. There was no time to dodge. The two of them were sent forward until the attack fizzed out… The flames faded, and they came to a slow stop.
“BLOCK THIS!” Brenda shouted as she sent another wild haymaker to Bea.
Anger twitched Beatriz’s eyelid. That one hurt, but she was tired of Brenda expecting to just overpower Bea with raw force. No technique, no thought! If Bea lost here she would never forgive herself. Instead of blocking the wild haymaker like her competitor demanded, Beatriz opted for a repeat performance. She ducked under the haymaker and shot up with Check It.
”Check It!” She did a mighty uppercut that flung her into the air and would send her opponent flying away, landing a painful but safe distance away from Beatriz.
”C’mon!” Bea bounced up and down, and got Hyped Up, excess green Ki emitting from her hands and feet. With a Toe Tap she created another futbol of energy.
Brenda hopped to her feet after wiping the spit and blood away. She didn’t waste any time bobbing and weaving her way to Bea and unleashing a barrage of punches hoping to get her to miss.
Beatriz guessed that Brenda was going to walk up and start punching. So she kicked her ball into the air with a backspin, sending it floating above them both. This expended Hyped Up, and the ki ball was spinning at high speeds though it moved through the air quite slowly. Then she stepped in and, despite being shorter then Brenda, used her kickboxing techniques to extend her own range. She leaned back and moved forward, kicking her leg out which Brenda blocked, but the spinning energy ball exploded against her and gave Beatriz time to follow up with a pair of Rolling Kicks to Brenda’s ribs. She dropped back onto earth right in Brenda’s face, and Beatriz did more quick jabs guessing again that Brenda would do nothing but offense…
… but this time Brenda blocked the jabs and grabbed Bea’s wrist and swung directly at her face. Bea face jerked to the side, saliva flying from her lips.
”Ugh!” She fired a knee towards Brenda’s gut in retaliation, knocking the wind out of Brenda and creating a blast of spit (that went right into Bea’s face). She grunted, gritting her teeth as she slammed her forehead directly into Bea’s.
”Ew- ouch!” Bea’s head snapped backwards. She leaned into her fall and kicked out into Brenda’s belly which knocked the wind out of her again - sending her stumbling. Bea she let herself fall over, pushing them away from the other woman and transitioning into a backroll. She wiped some blood from her lips and Brenda wiped the spit
and blood from her lips and grinned.
“Gotta say, I’m impressed,” Brenda said, “Time to up the tempo a bit and see if you can keep up, young buck.”
Brenda slammed her foot on the ground so hard the ground shook and let out an entirely
bestial yell out into the crowd. A flash of fire covered her for a second, before her back and shoulders ignited like a torch. The ground shook and shook and shook… until it stopped and she put her fists up and smiled as she said, “You got me whipping out my super mode, so…”
She threw a punch and it stayed static.
“... Come show me how serious you are.”
Beatriz’s eyes widened at the display, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face. She pushed herself to her feet and got back into a fighting stance. Her heel dug into the dirt. Power… Bea wouldn’t let herself get overwhelmed by it. She couldn’t. The young fighter would never put a limit on herself like that.
”M’kay…” She bounced on her feet and got herself Hyped Up again, her green flame-like aura looking somewhat timid in comparison. She took a defensive stance, light and ready to dodge.
As Brenda’s first attack, she raised a fist up into the air and punched the ground hard as she could- causing a tremor to disorient Bea.
Bea lost her footing, surprised. Her arms flailed in the air.
”Shit!”“Take this!” Brenda shouted as she launched herself towards Bea with a charging punch.
Beatriz would rather fall over than take that punch- so she did. She hit the ground with an uncoordinated thud, hoping Brenda’s momentum would carry her farther than she wanted and the punch would whiff. It wasn’t a very dramatic way to avoid an attack- eating shit, that is,- but it just might get the job done. Which caused Brenda to simply zip past her… coming to a stop a few steps away.
With a somewhat embarrassed laugh, Beatriz stood up again. She was still hyped up. She looked to interrupt Brenda’s approach with Hyped Up Sidewinder. She swung her leg dramatically out to the side and then brought it in like she was trying to chop down a tree with it. A flaming green streak followed it like a comet, and it swung out after her physical foot to strike Brenda in the chest. Launched her yet again and she tactically rolled back to her knee. She grit her teeth as she punched the ground yet again to throw Bea off balance.
Bea wasn’t trying to fall for the same trick twice. Rolling Kick was her versatile move. She remembered teaching it to herself- she wanted to jump forward and do two super quick spinning kicks. But she could never get the timing down. Instead she figured out how to keep herself in the air for longer- long enough for two strong kicks.
”Rolling Kicks!” She shouted, hopping forward as soon as she saw the raised fist. The second kick would be close enough to swipe Brenda across the face, and Beatriz would attempt to follow up with a quick series of gut punches.
Brenda was whipped across the face with the kick and a cloud of spit shot out. She was caught off guard and didn’t see the gut punches coming. She quickly countered with a haymaker to get Bea off her..
Bea saw the wind up, and leaned back to cock her fist a cartoonishly far amount. The fist slammed into Bea’s chest.
”Erk- g-r-r-r-r-rat!” But she prepped for the blow and looked to slam her own haymaker into Brenda’s face, trading blow for blow to get an advantage. Creating a comical moment where Bea’s fist was stuck to Brenda’s face and Brenda’s fist to Bea’s chest. She stumbled as she created space, huffing as she wiped the sweat off her forehead.
She shouted as she launched an uppercut towards Bea assisted by flames.
Beatriz painfully absorbed the blow with her forearms, getting knocked backwards and trying to regain her balance.
”Ugh, damn it.” She swore. Brenda didn’t let up, charging Bea and throwing another punch.
Beatriz blocked, but her guard broke and she stumbled to the side, her eyes wide and her expression harried.
“Told ya’, young buck!” Brenda shouted as she threw another punch, boosted by ki to the point where Bea would get launched. “You’ll get eaten alive fighting like that!”
”Ukk!” Bea’s eyes bulged and she went flying upwards into the air with a croak. Brenda jumped into the air and punched downwards, creating a wave of fire with it.
Bea slammed into the arena floor and rolled to a stop.
”Oof!” The heat further tipped her towards exhaustion.
Beatriz rolled away from Brenda, trying desperately to create space between them. Upon her feet she dashed backwards, her hands up defensively. In the moment, she was losing her composure. She had to focus! But Brenda’s offense was so overwhelming. Spit hung from Bea’s mouth.
Brenda hit the ground and the fire disappeared… she let a sigh and wiped her face. “You’re tough, I give you that, young buck…” she said. “Is your strategy waiting for me to get tired or something?”
Beatriz steadied herself, regaining her composure, breathing heavily. Shaking her head, she wiped her lips and clenched her fists.
”Are you? Tired?” She asks.
”Cuz I’m good.”“You sure?” Brenda asked, “Because I bet one more solid blow will give me the win.”
”Nah, nah nah nah.” Bea replied eloquently, shaking her head.
”I’ve uh…I’ve-” She tried to think of something witty. To illustrate how totally not beat-up she was. But all she could think of was:
”I’m good.””Let’s not talk anymore.”Then she rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, activating Hyped Up to give herself a little boost. She had to finish this. Beatriz began to advance one step at a time, her fists by her face, her eyes on Brenda. Bea was intent on dodging and countering any more haymakers thrown her way.
“... Then let’s go!” Brenda cracked her knuckles as she mirrored Bea, slowly advancing with her fists drawn. Until the two were in punching range of each other- but instead of throwing a haymaker, Brenda launched out two jabs.
They painfully crashed against her forearms as she was too slow to dodge, expecting slower punches. Predicting that Brenda would push the advantage, Bea burned through Hyped Up immediately by doing a wild out of nowhere Check It.
”FUCKIT!” She screamed, blasting out with a mighty uppercut that sent Brenda flying and she hit the ground with a thud. It was a green blur of a strike that left Bea landing back on the ground with an unstable stumble that she followed up with a sprint towards Brenda.
… But, when she got close, Brenda sprung off the ground with an uppercut of her own, leaving behind a trail of fire.
Quick Step. A simple move Bea hadn’t had a chance to use yet. Which ended up being her advantage. Even as she sprinted forward she was guessing Brenda might try to ‘establish dominance’ with a move like this. All Brenda struck was a brief echo of an after image as Bea’s sprint stopped dead and she dipped backwards.
”Hup-”Before Brenda could even hit the ground, Bea leapt upon her. She planted a foot on Brenda’s chest and shoved her into the arena floor, while pushing herself upward. For a moment she floated in midair, head over heels, before the top of her foot gathered green energy.
”EEEEYAH!”
She performed Bicycle Kick, doing a full backflip while ripping her foot upwards, sending a burning green ball down onto Brenda that violently exploded. Bea spun away from the impact and landed with a rolling tumble. That was it. If Brenda got up from that, Bea had no idea how she would win. Propping herself up on her elbows, she waited for the smoke to clear and bit her lower lip, praying to Jesus that she had just won it.
Brenda was launched across the room, and slammed against the metal wall with a thud… she slid down, unconscious.
”K.O! AND BEATRIX - with a Z - TAKES THE WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!”
The announcer screamed.
Bea stood up, feeling the hair on her body raise on end. She did it. She actually won.
”....YEAAAAAAAH!” She shouted, pumping her fists.
”LET’S FUCKING GOOO!” She put her hands on her face and ran them through her hair.
Brenda slowly came too, got up and dusted herself off and walked over to Bea, “That was some good fighting, young buck, I’m impressed,” Brenda stuck her hand out for Bea to shake. “Good luck in the tournament.”
Bea reached out her trembling hand to shake Brenda’s.
”Th-thanks. Y-you too. Good at fighting.” Bea’s eyes were wet with tears. From jubilation and exhaustion in equal measure she collapsed into a hug against Brenda, sobbing.
“... Hey now, don’t get all touchy feely on me
now,” Brenda started off, “You got like four more fights!”
”Sorry-!” Bea pulled away like she had touched hot metal, wiping her eyes.
”Sorry- I just- I need to call my family. Thank you so much.” She turned away and started walking.
”Holy shit…yes! Fuck yes, dude!” She punched the air with a mighty haymaker that nearly knocked her over.
”Beatriz! With a Z!” She raised her hands into the air victoriously. Realizing she was going the wrong way, she rushed off the stage with a bit of a stagger. This would always be one of the happiest moments of her life.
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