Ring Destroyer
1522 Words
"Sander!" I exclaimed as I watched him being carried on a stretcher by the medics through the queue. He is full of cuts, blood, and dirt. Philip and I followed to see if he is okay, and he smiled at us.
"I'm fine," he said. "I'm just tired. Don't lose, because I'll be watching." We nodded as they exited the queue.
I looked at Philip and he said, "We have to win because Sander fought for us. We should do the same."
"Okay," I said then we returned to our seats as the next contestant entered the ring.
It was the mace wielder girl. She's roughly around fifteen years old, and she looks very warrior-like. Her opponent was her another sss warhammer wielder. The host said that they were allies in the first round. It's kinda interesting because sooner or later, I will fight Sander or Philip. The reach of the warhammer wielder was long, so she won. I see that she doesn't have mercy, for I watched the girl return on a stretcher with broken armor.
Then the next fight came in, and it is a fight against a spear wielder and the warrior named Chris Rain - I wish my name is this cool. As cool as his name sounds, it didn't help him to win. The reach of the spear-guy was just too long, and he has tactics to deal with those who get near him. That wound on his stomach must be painful. I hope he's okay.
"Bob Remington and Philip Ruiz," said the woman on the speaker. "please proceed to the entrance."
"It's my time," he said and stood up. "Wish me luck."
I bumped his fist with my own and said, "You don't even need it, but I will."
He smiled. "That's putting me in a height I don't deserve, but thank you, anyway."
He nodded and turned towards the entrance. He walked past the drawbridge, and I watch at the screen above.
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Philip stretched his limbs down to his legs, and Bob just chewed on his food and swallowed. The referee commenced the fight. Philip stopped stretching and looked at his opponent with a calm face.
"Hey, fatso," said Philip. "Are you finished?"
Bob looked behind him to see if there was a person behind him, and back to Philip with a face of anger. He just smiled as Bob charged at him. Every punch from him was heavy, but again, agility is what Philip is good at, so none of it landed. Bob suddenly burst into rage, and the ground he is standing on is cracking. Philip blocked with his leg in reaction to Bob's unexpected speed and sent him flying up in the air.
"That was fast and strong!" thought Philip. "He's this heavy, but-"
The fat boy jumped towards the area where Philip is going to land, to flatten him with his weight. He can't dodge, so he put his left leg on the ground, and attempted to kick Bob away. Instead, he's the one who was blown away, and the ground shattered.
"Yikes," said Philip to himself. "I would've been crushed, and he felt nothing from my kick?"
The fat kid stood up from the crater he created, then charged relentlessly at Philip. He tried to grab Philip with both hands, but he stepped back just enough and kicked Bob right at the stomach. It was very powerful, and the armor crumpled. Bob didn't move an inch, but grabbed the leg of Philip, and lifted him up.
"Think again!" he said as he kicked Bob's head with his other foot, but it didn't stop him as he slammed Philip on the ground. "Gaghhh!" he said in pain.
The hard ground was broken, and Philip is badly injured. At the moment he let go of his leg, he jumped away from Bob and retreated to a safe distance while holding his left arm.
He thought, "This is bad, my kicks were futile? Just what is that guy?" Then he saw Bob's expression like he felt nothing when there's a b****y wound at the left of his head. "Can't he feel pain?"
"Fool," thought Icarus while watching at the screen in his own queue. "Bob is trained by his family to withstand any pain. Even a torturer will never make him cry for pain, so what will your kick do now, Philip?" He smirked, clasping his hands.
"If that's the case," thought Philip while retreating from the vicious Bob. "It's still the same, I will just put him to sleep." He stopped running in the corner and waited for Bob to get near while charging with his shoulder to knock him out of the ring. "Kick style: Devil's scythe!"
The air exploded upon its impact, and it was a solid hit. The kick hit Bob's left ear, but he didn't budge. He grabbed it Philip's leg, but he quickly pulled it and jumped over him, and into the center of the ring.
"Wow!" exclaimed DJ. "This kid is tough! If I took a powerful kick like that, no doubt it will blow my mind! Literally!"
Ericka looked at Philip, "It seems that Philip is trying to come up with a plan, what will he pull against this unmovable Bob?"
"That's one of my strongest kicks," thought Philip. "but he didn't fell unconscious. What am I gonna do?"
"What's the matter?" said Bob. "Don't get carried away in thinking just that your stupid friend won a match against Lucas, because it doesn't mean that the rest of us are weak too." He smirked that his fats below his chin made him look like he has two lips. "I'll crush you flat!" he cried, readying to charge.
"Try me!" he taunted while putting a stance.
Bob charged with such speed, but Philip dodged to the right. He braked instantly that his feet destroyed the ground then threw a punch to Philip that he blocked using his leg. He tried to grab his leg again but failed. He punched with his other hand just to be blocked with Philip's leg again. This made him floating in mid-air, for he used all two of his legs to block. Then Bob desperately tried to hit him while he is in midair, but Philip uses the punches he blocked to maneuver and to prepare another block, after a block. Bob has to step forward to reach him after a block so they went on until they reached the end of the ring.
"You're finished now!" said Bob while continuing his punches.
"No," replied Philip. "They say, 'The bigger you are, the harder you fall." He smiled and used the last punch of Bob to get behind him with a powerful kick on the ground. The ground under Bob broke apart into pieces, and it was too late for him to get to safety.
"No!" cried Bob. "This is not fair!"
"Actually it is," said Philip with his arms folded, looking at him as he falls down the ring. As expected, he fell down very hard. The ring is tens of meters high, so considering his weight, it will be a devastating fall. He fell unconscious as he hit the ground, and debris fell down on him.
"The ring is completely destroyed!" exclaimed DJ while pulling his hair.
"The winner is Philip Ruiz!" announced Ericka. The
"That's my son!" cried Mr. Ruiz while hitting one of his bodyguard's shoulders. Philip saw him, and he put his fist into the air in his direction. His father answered back with his own. "That's my son," he said in a calm voice, with a feeling of pride.
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"What a play, Philip!" I exclaimed as he entered this queue again. "You didn't even break a sweat!"
"That's not true," he said. "my left shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh, right." He got it when Bob slammed him on the ground, I forgot. "Get well now, I'll join you at the infirmary soon enough. Check on Sander for me."
"I will," he said while walking to the exit. "Don't lose."
"I don't plan to," I said and he finally left. It's just me now, and they are waiting for me. I will not betray their expectations. I will try my best to win this. They fought very hard, and I can't fall behind.
"We apologize," said the gorgeous host at the screen, and showing the whole ring in ruins. "for we might take time in repairing the damage in the ring."
"That's right people," added DJ. "Stay tuned, because the action is not over yet!"
The woman in the speaker said, "The warriors in the queue are allowed to take a thirty-minute break and be allowed to get out of the queue temporarily, thank you."
I had a good chance to observe every ability of the winners of this round, I might be able to use them if ever I face one of them, but nevermind. I'll just meditate to relax because my match is the next one. I need my concentration for the fight to boost my senses.
Then I felt a cold sensation on my hand. I opened my eyes and saw black smoke. Slowly, it contracted into letters. It said, "Go to the East Tower."
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