Gambino Beach

• I do not walk with God +

The Gambino beach house was active as California on a sunny morning. The sounds of Will.I.Am rapping to a Sergio Mendez beat gave the beach that urban Brazilian atmosphere that could be described as simply sexy. Sieg could be seen entertaining the heaven or hell crowd that looked out into the beach, waiting for the fight with some capoeira routine that he picked up somewhere.

The female fans would scream as loud as they could for his attention as his iron abdominals glimmered in the amber sunlight of the beach. Sieg didn't seemed depressed because of his teams loss, it just let him know that he needed to do better this round. He was excited because of the team that he would soon be fighting against.

Sieg ended his routine, standing up in his spot in the sand. He looked out towards his fans to let them have one more smile because soon the opponent would be here and it would be time to get serious.

• For God Carries Me +

• I do not walk with God +

Sieg and Fenix were in the same boat. Almost exactly, but the thing was Sieg had no intention of losing. Sieg looked at his opponent and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello Friend"

The opponent seemed to have what appeared to be a switch knife, a guess based on the fact that this was a tournament fight that allowed weapons. Sieg would take his stance, a stance that was identical to a boxers. As he did he would tense his fist manifesting the Iron fist (tekken).

Sieg then noticed the opponent had no right arm. It looked like the decapitation was recent.

Sieg was going to make this fun, deciding that this man depending on if that was a knife or not; was at a disadvantage.

1

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Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Blake was on the beech, he wasn't likely to talk to the man but he did play a little medley on his harmonica. He played those few bars a couple times, they had that nice unnerving sound to them that danced in his ears.

When Sieg took a fighting stance though the final notes trailed into silence as Blake squared his feet, sand crunching beneath his sandals. His hands came up in a boxing position, left hand in front of his face to guard from any strike. The right was tensed.

-1-

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Sieg then realized. 'Thats not a knife then...', Sieg then remembered reading in black belt magazine that things like a harmonica could be used to focus where pressure is applied; using it as a bludgeon weapon. Sieg would have to watch out for that.

Sieg would try to keep this even by attacking with just his left arm, since an arm was what the opponent seemed to be missing, though he had to make sure to keep a conscious effort of it.

Sieg began moving with the shuffle step, trying to keep his steps light so that he could keep good footing on the soft sand.

Upon coming into Range Sieg would throw a left low muay thai round house kick to the inside of the lead left leg, unless the opponent was a south paw in which case it would be the outside of the lead right leg.

The kick would come down across at an angle. The attack would come in a tight arc attempting to strike the sensitive nerves at the inside of the thigh with the shin. Sieg would turn with his waist and on the balls of his right foot. Sieg would bend his stationary knee to sink his weight into the blow. Sieg would throw the attack harder than a typical man could throw it, because Sieg did not risk hurting his own leg and his shin seemed to be a lot harder than the average persons.

As Sieg got near striking range his shoulders seemed to tense and his guard came up.

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SUDDENLY

Crawley used his mindreading abilities that he got from Pope Deeznutsinyomouf! He read Sieg's mind cause it enabled him to read the thoughts of all religiously inclined folk real easy-like! Blackbelt magazine! The harmonica! DANGEROUS WEAPON!

-Not really

"Sieg you're an idiot."

Blake had read that same issue, number 82 of Black Belt Magazine. In fact it was in his hotel room, buried somewhere in a stack of comic books and playboys.

What Sieg forgot though is that it was an instrument first and foremost and that music had long been used through the ages as a means to inspire courage and break down the moral of enemies.

When Sieg started to twist to deliver his kick Blake fell back in a shuffle. His right leg was forward as he was a south paw;good thing he only lost his right arm, learning to write with the right would have been a b***h.

Having fallen back out of range of the low kick Blake brought up the harmonica to his lips and began playing his little tune again.

As he played he kept on shuffling backwards to keep distance. Blake was going to have some fun this round. Though it was an odd sight to see Sieg balancing on uneven sand with a bent leg when he just missed a kick.

Blake's right arm was still held up.

-2-

Sand hit Blake and a small bucket went past his legs, that pissed him off.

But he kept at his little diddly, stepping backwards as Sieg came closer. The fighting arena was quite large and with subtle movements they could probably keep this up the whole fight.

Though it would have been easy for Sieg to close the distance if he would stop doing things and just rushed him. Walking backwards was always slower then forwards.

It was a shame though that the sand caused him to play a little faster then he normally would, it didn't sound quite right. But can you really blame him? Blake did have sand in his trunks after all from that underhanded attack.

-3-

Blake may have been going backwards; but seeing someone drop so low after pretty much rushing to recover the lost distance. Arm reach being shorter then leg reach and all. Now was the moment to strike.

Having stopped playing the harmonica when Sieg began to crouch Blake leapt forward, pulling his legs up. He wasn't going for a knee to the face.

So when Sieg attempted to grab Blake's lower leg he would catch nothing but air and a shower of sand.

Mean while gravity was exerting itself and bring Blake back to itself by driving Blake's bent legs into Sieg's upper back. The sudden weight of over two hundred pounds would most likely drive anybody to the ground; but this tournament was a long display of how nobody was not anybody.

-4-

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Blake may have been going backwards; but seeing someone drop so low after pretty much rushing to recover the lost distance. Arm reach being shorter then leg reach and all. Now was the moment to strike.

Having stopped playing the harmonica when Sieg began to crouch Blake leapt forward, pulling his legs up. He wasn't going for a knee to the face.

So when Sieg attempted to grab Blake's lower leg he would catch nothing but air and a shower of sand.

Mean while gravity was exerting itself and bring Blake back to itself by driving Blake's bent legs into Sieg's upper back. The sudden weight of over two hundred pounds would most likely drive anybody to the ground; but this tournament was a long display of how nobody was not anybody.

-4-

• I do not walk with God +

As Sieg crouched the opponent made a large leap towards him, this would tell Sieg to try to pull off a tricky move instead of the low ankle pick.

Sieg would now use the forward momentum from pushing off his left leg to tuck and roll forward, opening his legs so that as the opponent came down, he would catch the opponents left leg in a rolling heel hook.

In the roll Sieg would be on the upper small of his back and the opponents leg would come down between Siegs legs. Sieg would cross his legs around the opponents left leg. Sieg would then use his crossed legs to push the opponent down onto his back.

Sieg would parry the ankle of the opponents stomping leg to the left side of his head and would use his left arm to overhook the instep placing the opponents heel in the upper portion of his left arm joint. Siegs left hand would grab his right forearm and his right hand would touch the opponents shin. Sieg would then twist the opponents heel in a clockwise motion attempting to twist it.

• For God Carries Me +

Mr. Crawley Wrote:

CRAWLEY SAYS,

"HEY SIEG, STOP BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS! HOW ON EARTH CAN YOU CATCH SOMEONE WITH YOUR LEGS WHO IS FALLING DOWN ONTOP OF YOU WITH DOUBLE KNEE?

STOP BULLSHITING!"

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OOC:

Whups, my fault. I thought it said stomp rather than knee.

I just pmed chaplain to ask for his permission to edit.

• For God Carries Me +

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Sieg turned his reach into a roll and Blake was still doing his little bunny hop. Arms reach is not that big of a distance when you're moving in closer while reaching.

Blake's legs would instead of landing on Sieg's shoulders, upper back would land on Sieg's lower back a** as he rolled forward. This would likely drive a curled in face protected from a knee that was moving in a downward fashion from a tumble right into the sand, face plant.

The landing ground wouldn't be all that stable though and Blake's balance would be poor. It was likely he'd fall off the rump and onto the sand depending upon what Sieg did.

-5-

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Well that was kind of funny. Sieg just took some knee's to his a. Sieg had to use a combination of his back and abdominals to keep the opponents weight from collapsing Siegs thighs into his own chest. Sieg would thrust out with all his might with his massive glutes and quads to keep the damage restricted to just his a being sore.

This would cause the opponent to fall off of Siegs a** and into the sand likely onto his own butt. Sieg feeling a bit embarrassed that he botched the rolling heel hook because he assumed the opponent used his legs to stomp rather than his knee's to just land on him. The opponents legs would be between Siegs legs during his landing.

Sieg would follow through with the thrusting motion to get the opponent off of him, using his powerful arms to push his weight over his knee's from a sitting position and then he would attempt to dive at the opponent in an attempt to get into mount position; straddling the opponent. Siegs guard would be up.

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This fight was going pretty oddly, what with Blake's lack of training throwing a huge wrench into Sieg's orthodox methods.

Blake landed on his knees to the side of Sieg and was scrambling for his feet as Sieg continued his roll to get to an upright position.

By the time Sieg was diving at Blake he was just straightening up his legs to be in a standing position. If Sieg did do it Blake would land on his a** and smack the top of Seig's head with a fist clenched around a harmonica, as seen in Black Belt Magazine.

-6-

"Good fight so far."

She sits up in her seat, the shade from the umbrella keeping her body cool in the heat bearing down on the beach. Placing her hands to the sides of her mouth, she shouts out to her lover to give him some encouragement.

"That's right, keep him running!"

It felt nice to be able to cheer like this, her hands now resting on her cheeks as her elbows rest on the knees bent toward her body, watching with a more attentive posture.

First blood.

Sieg would over hook Blake's left arm, trapping it there. This wasn't an issue for him at the moment.

Being knocked to his a** as sent him swaying backwards as though his rump was a fulcrum and now his upper body was coming back again. The stub of Blake's right arm would block the elbow since the the length of his arm was enough to guard his face.

The sway continued forward as Blake smashed his forehead into the bridge of Sieg's face, headbutt.

-7-

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

First blood.

Sieg would over hook Blake's left arm, trapping it there. This wasn't an issue for him at the moment.

Being knocked to his a** as sent him swaying backwards as though his rump was a fulcrum and now his upper body was coming back again. The stub of Blake's right arm would block the elbow since the the length of his arm was enough to guard his face.

The sway continued forward as Blake smashed his forehead into the bridge of Sieg's face, headbutt.

-7-

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The elbow would have Siegs left forearm positioned in front of his face.

The opponents face smash into the abnormally hard limb instead of Siegs face. Sieg would turn his head away to get the sensitive bridge away from the target of the opponents forehead, there would be some blood slung over into the opponents eyes because of it and it would sting. Sieg would continue to press his forearm into the opponents head and use the power of his back to push the opponents head to the ground.

Sieg being on his knee's would give him the better leverage.

Once Sieg was able to do this he would slide up to secure the mount.

• For God Carries Me +

"Me and you are gonna rub up on eachother after your captain is done losing to a handicapped guy!

Tell me how you like the rear naked cuddle!"

Crawley thrusted his hips around and trudged through the sand into the ocean off the power of his hip thrust alone.

Blake would slam his forehead into the forearm and hard bone would hit hard bone. The thin skin of the forehead would get cut and there'd be some blood.

The forward motion would force Blake's left arm to move within the hook and Sieg's right arm would still be hooked on Blake's but it would be beyond the elbow.

Sieg turned his head and Blake bent his arm and with a couple of fingers and his thumb he grabbed an ear and pull to straighten the arm. Blake was attempting to tear off Sieg's left ear.

-8-

Ryu looked at the match then he just slapped his forehead. Face palm.

Mr. Crawley Wrote:

CRAWLEY SAYS,

"SIEG WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! YOU'RE BLEEDING FROM YOUR FOREHEAD IN TOP POSITION AND THE BLOOD DRIPS ON YOUR EAR? AREN'T YOU LOOKING DOWN?

WHAT KIND OF SENSE DOES THAT MAKE?"

Crawley launched up out of the water and kept yelling until he saw Athena, obviously putting on a sexual display.

And then a reporter tossed a camera into his hands.

A reporter says

SIEG ISN'T BLEEDING FROM HIS FOREHEAD YOU d**k.

SIEG IS BLEEDING FROM THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD, THE RIGHT SIDE, THE SIDE HE WAS CUT ON BY THE LEFT HANDED HARMONICA!

While all of this was going on, where was Mata Leon's mysterious third member? By now everyone knew the type of person George was.

The HoH fans could rest assured knowing that wherever El Fantasma might be...

-he was up to no good.

Sieg ecstuffuan Wrote:

SIEG IS BLEEDING FROM THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD, THE RIGHT SIDE, THE SIDE HE WAS CUT ON BY THE LEFT HANDED HARMONICA! "HE SHOULDN'T HAVE EVEN BEEN SUPER MULTITASKING ALL OVER THE PLACE TO BEGIN WITH! HOW ABOUT HE MAKE UP HIS MIND ABOUT WHAT HE WANTS TO DO WITH HIS HANDS MOVING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT AND ALL, BEING 40 AND WHAT NOT.

AND WHAT IS THIS IRON FIST s**t. IRON FIST IS FOR HITTING NOT BLOCKING! WHAT KIND OF CRAP IS THAT?

NOTHING MAKES SENSE ABOUT HIM.

THAT'S IT... I'M GONNA GO IN THERE AND KICK HIS a**!"

Flash

He took a picture of Athena. =D

"DUDE STOP TALKING TO ME AND GO REPORT, FAG0RT."

Flash.

"SMILE ATHENA!"

"I am so going to smash that camera against his empty skull."

She brings her right arm from off the ground, folding it behind her back. This will place all her weight onto the left arm, alone. Yet, having the necessary strength to perform such a feat, she continues her push ups using only one arm, now. Heart racing, breath panting, and the heat forming some sweat onto her body, she felt comfortable in the atmosphere of a workout, thinking nothing but getting herself into the fighting spirit. Only the fight mattered. Nothing else. If she let her anger get to her again like it did last round, it can cost them the fight. She felt responsible for their loss in the first place, so she was wanting to help remedy the bad mood with a much better performance, if she fought today. Time will tell.

He finally decided to get dressed and go to the beach. He wore his red/white fight shorts, some sandals and a t-shirt promoting Gaia's Pro Wrestling. Oh yeah, he couldn't forget the trash-can full of random s**t.

Few minutes later he got there, specifically on his team's side.

Jesus Christ, what the ******** is all this yellin'?

He said, as he pulled one of the chair from the trash-can and sat on it.

Mr. Crawley Wrote:

Crawley mumbled to Fox and kept taking pictures of Athena. Especially compromising ones during her transitions between movements. Zoom in - zoom out.

"Sexy sexy! Kind of. I mean.. she does weigh 175.. that's my weight! What the hell!"

She could hear the camera shots as they went off, letting her eyes close and dwelling herself deeper into meditation, trying to zone out his words, switching to her right arm as the left takes a rest behind her back.

"1...2...3..."

Blake would tear the ear and since it wasn't coming off he'd let go and toss the harmonica up into the air. What for? Well that would be explained later.

Now Sieg has been trying to get the mount for some time now, seconds being such a long time in a fight; but he was going to get a happy surprise. Blake let up, his head went back as he remembered something talked about before the match had even started.

Sieg could still try and grab for the ear, he would even tear it if he gave it a tug; but before he could get in an elbow strike the harmonica came back down to the ground by the pull of gravity.

Popping popcorn in one's mouth from watching so many movies had finally found itself useful as the instrument landed in Blake's mouth and a different tune came out.

He needed some help.

-10-

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Blake would tear the ear and since it wasn't coming off he'd let go and toss the harmonica up into the air. What for? Well that would be explained later.

Now Sieg has been trying to get the mount for some time now, seconds being such a long time in a fight; but he was going to get a happy surprise. Blake let up, his head went back as he remembered something talked about before the match had even started.

Sieg could still try and grab for the ear, he would even tear it if he gave it a tug; but before he could get in an elbow strike the harmonica came back down to the ground by the pull of gravity.

Popping popcorn in one's mouth from watching so many movies had finally found itself useful as the instrument landed in Blake's mouth and a different tune came out.

He needed some help.

-10-

• I do not walk with God +

Since blakes head would go back and Sieg would no longer have to elbow the man as he intended. Sieg would slide up into mount position while dropping the mans ear to the sandy ground and begin raining down blows with both arms; still holding the mans torn ear.

but before Sieg could land the first blow the man would catch the harmonica in his lips and begin to play a tune. Sieg would throw as many punches as he could at the mans face, as hard as he could...because he knew what was about to come and that he could not hold this position for long.

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-Post voided by ryu's striker-

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Popping popcorn in one's mouth from watching so many movies had finally found itself useful as the instrument landed in Blake's mouth and a different tune came out.

He needed some help.

Glorious Athena Wrote:

Finished with her warm ups, she stands to her feet, only to see Ryu heading in, likely for a striker. Seeing him kick Sieg away, though, made her frown quickly, suddenly feeling he just did the most stupidest thing ever. Sieg had momentum. He was raging, he was going strong, and then here comes Ryu stopping him? There was no explanation for it, at least to her.

It was when Ryu returns that she walks up to the guy, looking at him with an angry face.

"What the...what was that for, you idiot?! Sieg had that!"

He looked back to Athena, "There's something wrong...If Sieg really had that, he wouldn't try to avoid so many attacks, then attack, he'd go for the submission..."

He looked back to the match.

"Athena, you know nothing..." Ryu gave an maniacal laughter after that sentence.

The waters boil, his striker bleeps, the harmonica sounds, oh it’s time!

Fantasma erupts from the shallow waters in dramatic fashion. He arcs back, leans back his head, and let’s out a mighty roar!

EL FANTASMA IS DRESSED AS THE DRAGONZORD!

“GRAAAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRAAAAAAAAAOOOOWWRRRRRRR!”

Fantasmazord explodes forward, splashing water all over the place as he reaches the Sand, and fight area. He has 10 seconds. It’s all good though. 10 seconds is all he needs.

WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP!

There’s no technique here, at all. There’s only a man wearing a bulky plastic suit running full speed at a man who had just recently been attacked by his own ********’ teammate! George didn’t know why, nor did he really care. It was time for ACTION!

WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP!

He bulldozes forward, reaching Sieg in about 5 seconds. Once he got there, he’d attack! If Sieg were still standing or kneeling, the black man would be met with a vicious Dragon-DROPKICK!!!! If Siege ended up on the ground from being attacked by his teammate... Well, the Fantasmazord would just end up belly flopping on him.

Regardless of what happens, El Dragon rolls with his momentum and returns to his before booking it out of the battlezone. He'd keep running until he crashes into a massive sand castle somewhere outside of the fight area just as the 10 seconds roll by.

Catching the shirt in one hand, he looked at the merchandise then back towards Crawley.

"Hmm..."

Dashboard Wrote:

If Sieg were still standing or kneeling, the black man would be met with a vicious Dragon-DROPKICK!!!! If Siege ended up on the ground from being attacked by his teammate... Well, the Fantasmazord would just end up belly flopping on him.

Regardless of what happens, El Dragon rolls with his momentum and returns to his before booking it out of the battlezone. He'd keep running until he crashes into a massive sand castle somewhere outside of the fight area just as the 10 seconds roll by.

• Serve the Lord with Fear +

Suddenly something triggered in Sieg.

FWOOSH!

Sieg would be standing, not looking at Ryu, though his thoughts dwelled on them. Sieg was looking at his opponent whom he had been seperated from, though he knew another was coming; even though his ear looked like a tiger had nibbled on it he could hear the obnoxious roar perfectly. Something Ryu had done, or said, had released the binds on the monster that lay hidden in the darkness of Siegs soul. Siegs right eye would be crimson like hell fire and the other would be golden like nimbus. That same sinister aura seemed to propagate around Sieg.

Satsu No Hadou Sieg was back.

As the dragon buldozed forward, Sieg would shift into his stance. He would then duck low, taking a knee letting the dragon come just above his head. Sieg would then thrust both left iron fist up and through the back of the megazord costume. Sieg would thrust up with his arms back and legs attempting to do heavy damage to the opponents spinal column. Sieg would then hold the megazord up in the air with both arms for a while, showing off his glistening back muscles to the fans.

Siegs body would charge with virulent spiritual energy using his toss technique empowering it and preparing it for a massive throw, Sieg would throw the megazord all the way over to his one armed opponent easily.

Siegs eyes would be a different color now, crimson red like hellfire.

He would move with the shuffle step over towards the now two opponents, he was ready for both the mother ********. As he moved he would seem to say to himself.

"I thought you were my brother Ryu, but I also thought the same about kenji at one point. You have betrayed me!"

-11-

• And rejoice with Trembling! +

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Sieg was kicked off of him and Blake was saved some pain. And then Dash came in and Seig started fighting. Seemed a lot was happening, a lot that didn't involve Blake.

Blake would roll repeatedly to get out of the way and onto his feet. He didn't want any part of the mess that was going on; but he did prepare himself to continue the fight.

Harmonica still in his left hand.

-11-

• I do not walk with God +

The Dragonzord could come at Sieg if he wanted too after being tossed. ******** it. All of Mata Leon could jump in if they'd like, Sieg was pissed and ready. Sieg would throw a jab to the opponents face while stepping in between the opponents legs with his left foot. Siegs knee's would bend a bit as Sieg threw the jab.

-12-

• For God Carries Me +

"HEY SIEG!"

Crawley secured a Holy Bible from the hotel... and began to set it ablaze.

• I do not walk with God +

This anger, not rage, brought focus rather than a lack of control. Just because one was angry didn't mean they did stupid stuff especially when they know that won't result in the others pain.

The mans right arm was short, that being considered the opponent would have to come in close to hit. Sieg would recover the jab while slipping the short arm over his right shoulder. Sieg would then follow up with a left shovel hook in combination to the opponents jaw, using the power from his bent knees to throw the attack. Taking advantage of the opponent needing to reach to hit with the short limb.

-13-

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If only the forearm and fist had been, there the punch might have hit.

The step hadn't been enough to close the distance between them and Blake's entire punch had been based upon him forgetting that his right arm wasn't there any more beyond the elbow.

So when Sieg threw his return punch he'd either end up short or would have to step in that Blake would just shuffle back.

Sieg would be punching air.

-13-

"HAHA, TIME WARP!"

Crawley went to pee in the ocean.

Chaplain Impact Wrote:

The long punch would hit Blake's left arm, just as the jab did. It was a heavier punch though and a bruise was already growing.

Blake would still shuffle back after the punch though. If anger was a means of focus then just messing with him would probably allow him to be super focused.

-14-

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As the punch pushed the opponent back Sieg would throw a right low muay thai roundhouse to the shuffling opponents legs. Sieg intended to hit the outside of the left thigh near the knee with the intentions of driving his metal like shin through the target. Because the opponent was in movement it would be harder to check the kick. The right hand would recover while Sieg would throw the kick. Sieg would launch the kick in combination with the cross.

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Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Sieg would have to rotate his body to do the kick and Blake was falling back. So when the foot came whipping out he was at the extreme of its range; but it still ended up hitting Blake just above the knee.

It hurt like a b***h; but Blake wasn't going to give in when the fight was so close to ending.

Mean while Blake cocked back his left arm and pitched the harmonica at Sieg's face.

-15-

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Sieg would cover up with both arms for only an instant to block the harmonica. Sieg would then step down with the right foot after the kick had hit and then throw a left low thai roundhouse to a similar target on the right side. Siegs hard shin would also have the intent to drive through the target.

-16-

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Chaplain Impact Wrote:

Pulling back his leg to prepare the left leg kick gave Blake the chance to fall back further, shuffling his feet. After he had thrown the harmonica, which Sieg so effortless blocked, Blake reached into his swim trunks as though he was going to grab his balls because he was grabbing something.

Just as soon as it went in he pulled out his hand and in it was another item that looked like a harmonica at a distance. Then a blade popped out, it was a switch blade and Blake was going to use it on Sieg if he got the chance.

-16-

• I do not walk with God +

Sieg didn't have to pull back, the right kick being set down putting Sieg momentarily in south paw would serve that purpose.

but...Sieg would not throw it. It seemed despite the feelings of hate bubbling all around Sieg, the holy strength in him allowed him to control it and focus it.

Siegs left foot would touch down, knowing that if he engaged then he wouldn't have enough time to end this fight anyway and it wasn't risking taking the knife if he couldn't finish it. Sieg thinks he had the judges decision for this bout anyway.

Sieg would shift out of his stance and then say to the opponent:

"I am amazed at your skill. It has been a great honor to meet someone as talented as you in combat. Thankyou for that fight."

Sieg was honestly in awe of this man, a man who gave him more trouble with one arm, than the ultimate spirit detective or the ultimate criminal. Sieg would pick up the mans harmonica and toss it over towards him.

-17-

FIGHT OVER

Siegs eyes changed color and he went to sit back down next to Athena. Though he would make sure to keep his eye on the opponent as he did so. Sieg didn't seem to be pissed at Ryu, though he didn't talk to him as he went to sat down as Sieg seemed to know that there was a method to Ryu's madness. Sieg had learned a new skill today.

Though soon after the anger subsided, Siegs ears and head began to throb with pain due to the cuts and tears. After about five minutes of meditation over the fight, Sieg went to clean himself off.

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• For God Carries Me +

Ryu chuckles a bit then looks to Athena, "Save the team... if you can."

"Well if you really want to."

Blake would hopefully get the chance to fight again; but for now he'd fall back to the side lines.

Athena gives a kiss to the lips of Sieg, her hands on his shoulders as she was crouched forward as her lover sat down, her eyes staring into his in a blue shine meant to show him her affection.

"Leave everything to me, okay? You just enjoy the weather."

She brings an alcohol-soaked tissue to his slightly torn ear, dabbing the place before she holds against it for him to take a hold of.

"Keep this on there for a few minutes, then use the bandages I have in the basket. And most of all, have fun watching."

Standing herself upright, she turns around, leaving him with the loving impression as her half-naked self step across the sands of the beach toward the fighting site, the feeling of sand between her toes being a pet peeve. But she gets rid of it by lifting her feet and shaking it before she stops at the starting position, looking toward Crawley. As she walked, she pulls onto each hand a dark blue fingerless-glove, though it wasn't the mma-standard, but instead just the less bulk-sized fighting glove, one that will make her targets feel every punch she throws instead of getting the luxury of a cushion. With her body already loose and blood now flowing healthily through her muscles, she was in a ready state to begin the next fight.

"Looks like you can get your wish now, Crawley. Finally, you and I, an official one-on-one match. Though I am grateful for your contribution to such a great Iron Maiden tournament last year, I think I am going to have to forget about that for a moment while I pay you back for each picture you took of me."

She rotates her head on her neck, cracking the joints, then hops in place for a bit as she lets her hands move about before she stops, bringing her left foot forward, both feet on toes. Both hands come up in half fists, tucking her neck lower as she enters into a stance that she hasn't assumed in a while. Her eyes staring at Crawley, she gives a teasing grin.

"Are you ready?"

The beach was the Beach, and Paradox Maria had come to see the sights.

Not the hulking males or the beautiful women.

But the fights of Heaven Or Hell.

She wore light attire, a small black-lace top, with a violet bikini top beneath it, and bottom with a white and black lace skirt trailing behind her, grading the sand as she walked.

It was warm, beautifully warm out there, and she was going to soak in the sun for all it was worth while watching the two Teams duke it out. She spotted Sieg, with a blond woman walking away towards a fight of her own. Maria lowered her glasses, revealing her crimson red eyes, to catch a glimpse at the fine appearance of human beauty. Not of Sieg, but of Athena, who was sauntering away in naught but a two piece to go fight.

"I wonder who gets the flag if someone tears off an article of clothing and forces a peep show." Maria wonders aloud, smiling at the mental image.

As Athena moves way, she walks over to Sieg and gives a friendly wave.

"Hi there! It's me, Maria, from the bar the other night?" Maria would say with a smile, then look over to Athena again. "Is that your girlfriend? She's beautiful. She reminds me a lot of my wife... similar body type too." Oh I hope she doesn't get angry at me for looking... she finishes with a thought to herself.

"Sieg, don't worry nor do anything, I got this entire thing covered, trust me."

Ryu said as he walked over carrying a beach ball in his arm then places it upon the destroyed sand-castle.

"The thing is though, we need to out-entertain these guys... and hopefully, Ms. Serious, over there, can let it go, and show that she can adapt to any situation, like I have told you before."

He continues rebuilding the sand castle, and just wonders when the tide will come in.

No, Sieg's reaction to Dash's striker was horrible.

But moving on. He had some piña colada.

• I do not walk with God +

"Slayed a dragon?"

Sieg responded.

• For God Carries Me +

HOWEVER

When it was time to begin, Crawley was nowhere to be found. That's because he was in one of those lil shack things changing into his fighting attire. But something was odd here.

It probably had something to do with a few actions in the hotel that were oblivious to him..

Capital Dee Wrote:

Once in the room Dee quickly placed the bag onto the bed and opened it up, pulling out a nice little costume. She then proceeded to look around for what the costume was to replace, once found she threw it into the bag and zipped it back up.

But, as Locke Cole said, the clothes were a little tight, but the price was right. He hadn't stopped to look at any mirrors and the place didn't have much lighting but he was pretty sure that everything would look awesome later.

The sun shone on him as he exited. There was this weird effect on his psyche. He had to punish those who would dare challenge the sanctity of the fight.

His eyes were pretty.

His hair was golden and frizzy, but in that cute girly way.

His butt looked big.

His thighs were bulging.

Other things were bulging.

Fox lol'd.

Shouldn't take long until Ryu starts hitting on Crawley.

Somewhere, somebody won the ridiculously impossible bet of "1 mil gold says that Crawley fights Athena in a Sailor Scout outfit"

That guy was happy.

He was braggin' too.

"Mayn, this sucks. I wanted to see Frozen Flame but their too far down. And the gaurds don't believe I can go down on my own." Plopping down into the sand, an upset kappa would be a bit away from the spectators area, but fully able to see the fight that went on.

"A girl! Get her!" Squeals of joy errupted around Ray, causing the kappa to nearly jump out of her skin with fright as big breasted women ran toward her, bouncing in their small top bikinis and lovely bottom pieces that rode up their backside revealing nice bottoms.

A skittish Ray scrambled, but too late, the women had her, and with their hands on her, proceeded to rip her of her clothing.

"! H-hey! WAIT A MINUTE!"

"Cheer for Mata Leon! They're the best! Cheer cheer!" The girls giggeld, obviously just as perverted as the Mata Leon team its self. When she was finally let go, she was wearing a black string bottom, her top BARELY covered by an under clevaged MATA LEON shirt.

"....." Glaring at the rushing away women, Ray sat, placing her head in the palm of her hand, blowing a puff of air, annoyed.

She had orginally come to cheer on Sieg and Peppa, but now, with her shirt, she'd be stuck looking as if she were on Mata's side.

"I hope Crawley chokes on her tits..."

C. Fox Wrote:

He caught the shirt and threw it over his shoulder.

Says the guy with a chain up his a**.

What? What?

"And, this is a freaking prop, I found it lying around. You know what..."

Ryu walked over directly in front of Fox, then snatches the shirt back. He takes the shirt and balled it upon in his right hand then suddenly smoke was coming from the shirt. A flame began on the shirt as Ryu's right hand crushes the flame and the ashes being the shirt flows from his hand, "Your entire team... is going down... one way... or another."

Ryu Versher 777 Wrote:

C. Fox Wrote:

He caught the shirt and threw it over his shoulder.

Says the guy with a chain up his a**.

What? What?

"And, this is a freaking prop, I found it lying around. You know what..."

Ryu walked over directly in front of Fox, then snatches the shirt--

Fox held the shirt by the other end, and spoke formally:

Dude, no. What are you doing? This is our side. You can't just come over here and try to be disrespectful.

I mean...

Instead of answering with a defense, she instead evades, hopping back with a leap as a smile comes to her face, her arms opening as she gives a pleasant smile toward Crawley, letting her right eye close only, while her left hand comes up to her mouth, blowing a kiss.

"What's wrong, Crawley? Offended that you're not as beautiful?"

Her hands glitter as her Twilight Gauntlets appear on each one, though they seemed to not appear much different from her normal gloves, except for the golden lining on them. And from that point on, a magical charge was growing within them, the energy flowing itself through the umbrella she held in her right hand. It will take a moment, but she will use that time to give "Sailor Suplex" a tease show.

2/17

C. Fox Wrote:

He lets go.

Then why the hell did you throw it at me for? I mean, you want it back now. I don't get it! Whatever man, it's cool.

"Speaking of which, where's your partner? Are you going to fight next? Because honestly, since there are three of you here...."

Ryu merely grinned and realized something, "Do you remember a Michael Briggs?"

Glorious Athena Wrote:

"Sailor Suplex" a tease show.

2/17 PUFF the RESU SCEPTER got some sandy action.

Maybe feminine wiles would've worked on Mr. Crawley. But Crawley and Sailor Suplex are two different "people". Perhaps Athena's hadn't counted on this factor. This key element which was,

Sailor Suplex don't love them hos.

As she jumped back, Sailor Suplex stepped forward with his right leg to constantly maintain their initial distance, keeping her in attack range. Pivoting on his right foot, he turned cc-wise until his left foot was in front again while swinging the RESU SCEPTER around like a bat to smash into the left side of her torso.

Crumble before the might of the moon grapple!

3/17

Despite Crawley's lust leaving him as he became another person, Athena continued to do what she was doing, showing that maybe subduing him was not her intention after all. With his step in, she moves backwards, more to the left this time as the sledgehammer swings and misses her through the air. She was once again at least two feet from the head of the hammer's arc swing, and yet again, prancing as if she didn't want to get her feet dirty by the sand, even though that wasn't possible.

"You should stop before you dirty those pretty shoes of yours. You might slip."

When she evades, her right foot digs a little into a dune of sand, and kicks it up at Crawley, aiming some to pour into his eyes and blind him while she spins herself in place to her left as she would further the distance in one more hop. At this point, she was almost not like the Athena that everyone knew and loved. With that umbrella in her hand she almost seemed like...Mary Poppins.

3/17

Crawley was taken by the weight of the RESU SCEPTER and entered a 720 on his left foot with the right kicked back in the air like a champion female figure skater.

The beauty.

It also prevented him from getting sand in his eyes, but he did get it on his .. blouse?. Either way once he stopped he swung it up and over onto his shoulders, with both arms dangling down over the front of it at the extremes.

"Boring Athena is pretty boring!"

He took it off his shoulders and shoved the handle down into the ground and sat down on the handle positioned north-south. So he was straddling it like someone would a horse. 'Cept with his elbows on his knees.

"BORING ATHENA! BORING! BORING ATHENA! BORING!"

A chant of course. And Boring Athena would be forced to hear the disapproving comments of the crowd~

Boring Athena, why are you so boring?!

4/17

Blake stood on the sideline, cupped his face with one hand and shouted:

BORING ATHENA!

"Oh YEAH, like the cross dressing Huge Gai! Is SO APPEALING" Maria would shout.

"Screw this happy a** pre-teen bullshit, I wanna see some BLOOD!"

• I do not walk with God +

"The ********>

Sieg rarely cursed, but that judge call was ridiculous.

• For God Carries Me +

"Man, and I thought calling her iron tits and brick tits was harsh, but a chant?" The kappa now sat off to the side, feet in the water hands in the sand, her head tilted to look over her shoulder at the fight.

"Crawleys in a dress, and Athena's with an umbrella."

With a small grin, Ray would reach for a boombox, flicking on the radio, and guess what was playing.

Rhianna's 'Umbrella' song.

"Yea..~"

Somewhere in the background, George was taking off his DRAGONZORD COSTUME!

Since Sieg busted it up with his dabu uppacut, it was becoming a real b*h to take off. He didn't know, nor did he care who was currently fighting. As far as El Fantasma was concerned, he was going to kick some a.

Now if he can only get this stupid suit off.

"Apparently not, Sieg." He looked to Fox then back to Sieg as he walked back to his team's side.

I have a feeling these guys will striker...

Fox thought to himself.

"What was that, Fox?" Ryu's ears twitched as he heard the man.

"Need to stop talking to yourself out loud, people would think you're crazy."

Some tough-lookin' punk spectator threw a beer can at Maria's face.

"Hey, ******** yous mang, ain't nobody 'ere wanna see blood"

The biker guy turned to his friends, "Righ brothers?"

"HOORAH!" they chanted, a whole motley crew of people.

"So you know wut, ain't nobody 'ere give a st what YOU want woman. All of us 'ere want to see Sailor Suplex go lesbo on Boring Athena's a."

"Ah, outnumbered eh? Too bad, still bad odds for you" the man said. He was clearly the leader of the motley crew and he flexed his muscles. This punk had the ability to back up his words.

"Now, I don't like hittin' womens, but you dykes be so friggin' ugly it might not even matter" he laughed and his crew laughed with him.

"For great CHESTOOHHH!"

Hopefully, security would break this up before it got ugly.

Athena's umbrella was capable of taking a head-on strike because the hard-like properties that were like a sword itself was in the shape of a shield that withstood the hammer's strike, along with having it continue to move along the colorful exterior to have it slip right off, as Athena would react appropriately in bracing the impact, which would not have the hammer be supported at all. Since the weapon was already following down the curve of the rain shield, by closing it up, Crawley had lost all support of his weapon even on top of her umbrella, since it would be already on its way down. And surely she did not have the exact center of her umbrella take the hammer strike, or she would not have been able to easily defend the heavy attack in the first place. The attack of his weapon wouldn't be dead center, where the opposite end of the weight lied, where with an umbrella, it was distributed throughout the coverage span, which is why she was wielding it with two hands.

"You're disappointing me, Crawley!"

With her umbrella still in hand and her distance kept, she stabs forward with her 3' 5" ft rain shield, letting the ferrule of the umbrella, the true center and top of the coverage span of it, stab forward at the spot she had designated, just under the ribs of Crawley. The length of her arms at bent state, along with 1' 5" of forward length of her improvised weapon will have her strike at his body before his right hungry hand could ever reach her face, which will give him a knock back away. If he didn't, she will just take a slide across the sands with her feet back. He had nothing to worry about since the ferrule was blunt, but it still was going to hurt as much as someone stabbing a blunt rapier into someone's body, or the very end of a smaller polearm. Any person who had experienced a shot from one of those weapons before, especially at a sensitive area, will agree that this was going to be painful, a strike capable of making Crawley get the breath knocked out of him.

"This is the beach, for God's sake! Loosen up!"

With a smile on her face, right after her quick stab, she would dip the umbrella to her left, and suddenly raise after half a foot of lowering from its altitude, sending an almost vertical uppercutting strike with the end of her umbrella right at the right side of Crawley's face. It was like executing a punch, but with her weapon, aiming to give him a strike that was likely a reminisce of all the slaps he gotten from girls who did not take his little flirting taunts throughout his life. Athena will add her name to that very same list. She really hopes she breaks his jaw with this one.

6/17

A reasonable block, but Crawley would not have his hand anywhere near the forearm. His hand would only get in contact with the umbrella itself, as she was attacking with it, and the position of her hands were not close enough to have his hands even touch hers, as they were still within the same positions with no shifting. And since he was wielding the hammer with one hand, it gave all the more explanation why his one-handed hammer strike failed to her two-handed maneuver.

His right hand twists, cause it was still expected that he will try to grab onto something, be it her arm or the umbrella itself, but it would already have been returned in the opposite direction when he blocks, as the recoil of the attack will be slightly returned to Athena herself.

"Weapons are such your weakness!"

Another bad talk from Athena as she has her right thumb press the little button on the top-notch, causing the umbrella to open back up, the coverage span capable of having the tip cut at Crawley's right extending arm, be it the hand of the forearm. Either way, she will be pulling it back, placing the tube between her palms place together at the tube section near the curved crooked handle, like she was praying. Her right hand going back, and her left going forward, she starts up momentum until they switch in directions, suddenly causing the umbrella itself to go sailing upwards into the air, the top looking like the colorful white and red swirls of a lollipop.

As the weapon went up, Athena was in a position where her right foot is the forward and her left leg is bent. She was still on her toes, which allowed for her to perform the next action.

"But if you want close action..."

She sprints at him, her upper body bent forward and her feet running her quickly into clinch range, her right hand up and ready to grab anything and her left low and kept to her left side, coming in for what looks like a takedown, though she will have her left foot be the forward by the time they enter into about one foot range, bracing her balance on her feet as she will come to a sliding stop, her feet moving through the heated sands, giving her a small sting of heat at her skin.

"Then here I come!"

7/17

((Maria Violet and Fierach, stop. If you continue down this path you can be kicked out of the guild.

-friendly security warning))

He wasn't moving, and she was sprinting. His right hand was likely still out there, as he stood there in shock with his comment. So be it.

Athena's right hand would be seeming to go for his face, her fingers ready to grab something, but would go right past the left of it, going over his left shoulder until she clasps it on his back, her right arm against his left shoulder. Her left hand would go between his legs, underneath his groin, and grabs the back of his Sailor Suplex costume at the lower back, her left arm coming up to gain a supporting grip to clasp herself onto him, the left of her head pressed against his chest.

"Alley up!"

Support on her left foot and her movement still driving through her muscles, she will lift up with a loud cry coming from her closed mouth marked with her gritting teeth, to place him into the air with her standing vertically, until she will twist her body to the right to slam Crawley back first into the sand, her knees impacting into the sand to cause it to shoot upwards in a fissure of sorts in conjunction with his slamming body, the grains splashing their body, some getting into her hair and over her glistening skin.

A belly-to-belly suplex.

This will place her to his left side in the ground position perpendicularly, her head reverted to hovering now over his chest area, both hands resting against the sandy ground near the places where they had held, only no longer under his body.

8/17

Athena's face twisted a little from her excitement to a more serious demeanor, as Crawley suddenly goes into this quick action just when she was in clinch range. His left arm raising and his right arm going over her right, he was surely trying to keep her from taking him down. Yet, he would be too late to do this, as she was already close enough, as well as right up close to him to be taken down before her suplex. As much as he tries to go "under" it, her being this close already also made that impossible as her right arm would clasp itself against his shoulder, thus her entire body, making him be able to go nowhere without her physical permission. Looks like he should have done more before she got there than just say "What?"

Another reason she will not be weighing down is because of her forward left foot acting as support. Since the weighing was meant to bring her face-first, the counter balance with her bare foot digging into the sand will stop that from happening. And using the increasing potential energy of the struggle, she uses her advantageous position to bring him up and down in the fashion of a belly-to-belly suplex.

At this point, Athena was going through a psychological turmoil. In one hand, she was trying to keep herself calm, the yin and yang in sync, and all that stuff she learned from the East. But then, her more aggressive side was there as well, the West coming into her mind trying to battle for superiority. The fight, the fun, all of it was warping Athena into a more different person whose eyes were slowly starting to fade from reality and more into the realm of disabling her opponent, all the lessons she learn mingling with one another. But there was so many that she was like a person digging through a library of books to try to find the next move to do. It was all so difficult, so complex. She was not loosing her focus, however. She was somehow gaining it to get to the fastest route possible in taking down Crawley.

This was a fighter's way of having a mental breakdown. Not by the chants, but by trying to decide what the next thing to do. She had Crawley! She could do all sorts of things to him, yet for some reason, she was not capable of thinking straight. And that is when she makes up her mind.

"Screw this!"

Angry Athena had returned and she was pissed, all that bottled up anger fueling out into a passion that made her gain insight more than lose it. Stress was suppose to give negative results. But for someone with a personality like Athena's, it instead increased it positively, somehow making her sane instead. She was being her real self and not just this fake person behind his veil of entertainment. If a hero gains nirvana from getting enlightenment, then a villain who thinks what he is doing is right must be the same. This does not put Athena in this type of comparison, but it compares instead the calm and the aggression of a fighter's mind. Being calm wasn't the only way to having a straight mind.

Rage, anger, the ability to harness it effectively into a person's fighting spirit...that was a capable feat, too. This is what made Athena unique, and it was this that made her one of the most feared women in the world. Her eyes changed from soft to nearly cynical, and that is when only the look into them, be it by Ryu or Sieg, who show that the mood had just changed.

"Break him..."

Her sitting body leans back as her feet scoot from under her, her legs flailing forward as she goes into a sit from a kneel, her right foot likely smacking Crawley in the face as it passes over. His left arm over her right shoulder? That was a great set up for a submission move that was very common. With his arm now between her legs at the bicep due to the scissor-like movement of her legs, she takes grip of the forearm and the rest by gripping it under her right armpit.

"Ha!"

Her left hand places itself as a fulcrum under captured left arm. All his right hand could do was follow.

"And end!"

Letting her back go as far back as possible to try to touch the sandy ground, she hyperextends his Sailor Suplex glimmering muscles, forcing his elbow the other way with her fulcrum of an arm. Legs resting on top of his body, he was now within a firm armbar, her right leg pressing down against his neck to give a generic chokehold. Crawley will feel power from her body no normal lady will give, from his past experiences. Athena was strong. She could make you feel like that you weren't fighting a woman at all. Yet, her charm, her physique, and much everything about her had to become attracted to her as the woman she was. That dominating feature it was.

And when the crowd saw this, their chants ceases, people starting to revert to cheering for Athena instead of calling her boring. She was boring because she was suffocating under all this propaganda. It was time she returned to who she was, the very woman who had won Iron Maiden, ironically the tournament made by the very man she had in a submission.

"Gotcha, Crawley!"

Metaphorically, she was submitting her own public face. No more boring Athena.

9/17

Maria smiled as the security came and found a seat to lounge in quietly. If it had taken her to cause a ruckus to get the security to come in and check the situation, all the merrier. Frankly, the crowd had gotten out of hand long before she snapped her fingers to bring about the BBB.

She was quite content to just sit and enjoy the match, as long as the other fans could keep their cheers and jeers to a reasonable level too.

It would make sense, except that it wasn't overhead his body was going as Athena lifted him up. She was turning to her right to slam him to the side, not a vertical then falling backwards suplex that he knew. This was a belly-to-belly that brought his body up then hung it horizontally before slamming the back onto the sandy grounds to her right. His legs swinging back wouldn't really make a difference, because the grip of her left arm under the groin and at his lower back easily prevented further movement. It just gave a little more hangtime before it made them fall.

It was pretty funny, too, because with his left arm where it was...she still was capable of going into the armbar, leaning herself back, and exerting force against it with her legs sprung over his body. Her spine straightening, the sun shines into her eyes, causing her to narrow them to have her eyelashes lower the light intake as she lays there in the sand, the heat bearing down onto her body. The feeling was so much better than the winter cold she had been experiencing throughout the last few months, and it was a comfort she can get use to. She will have to go this beach again after the round is over so she can enjoy the sun even more without the threat of a fight interrupting it.

"How long can you last before your arm gives?"

She asks Crawley this with a smile as she exerts pressure on that left arm, looking at his lying sailor costumed-body. As strong and fit as the wrestling Sailor Suplex was, this submission alone will be lowering the stamina of the limb further and further. The more it will progress, the more his muscle tendons will be stressed. And further and further it will feel like his arm is being placed on a torture rack, and stretched as far as it can before the ligaments will give. Since Athena's physical strength was enhanced even further by her inner power, the strength the woman held made her seem higher in her weight class than she was capable of, a feat granted to her by her training in controlling the ki of the body.

The downside of team Mata Leon was that they had no defense against it other than their own physical bodies. Granted, they were respected for their hardwork in building those muscles and making themselves legends in the ring, but outside of it, where they were now, they no longer were under the normal human logical limits. They may call it BS, but it was reality, a reality they would have to come to accept if they ever wanted to compete with the best of this world. Athena realized that, and thus was why she was not ashamed of being different from just a normal mma competitor. This is who she was, and this is who she will always be, whether the people in the league of fighting entertainment sports liked it or not.

10/17

Any ground fighter should know, however, that when they are placed into a position where another experienced ground fighter is taking the advantage that they can only hope that their opponent screws up in the best sense to bring an opening to them. But this was Athena. She was much like Crawley, yet different in so many ways. The most obvious being that she had breasts while he had the imitators called a chest.

He moves away her right leg, but it was just be set above his head's position. But with his right arm there, she quickly takes grasp of it with her left hand, following with her right. Her left leg crosses against it from the back to keep him from returning it to the side, while her right leg comes back up, criss-crossing at the shins to lock the right arm in place, placing him into a reverse armbar instead. He turned over to try to get into her guard, but the right-upper part of his head will now have the pressure of her legs against it, keeping him from completely getting it up to look down at her, while also giving him an uncomfortable position for his neck to be in, tilted to his left as she places the submission in place. It was so natural how it came to her, that raging Athena back into the game.

"This is who I am."

The submission was firm, his left hand pressed to the left of her head, both of her arms folding over it, left on top and the right on bottom of the stretched limb.

"I am glorious!"

The lock in place, the crowd will lean forward in anticipation, waiting to see what happens. Crawley, the self-proclaimed king of the ground, was suddenly kicked off from his high throne. Athena, standing there with the queen's hat on her head and the staff in her hand, and that majestic fur-coat over her shoulders draping down her back stood tall amongst the world of fighters, making herself the new champion of this era. The Queen of Fighters. After all, legends had to die and make way for the next generation.

11/17

Ryu crossed his arms as he watched the two. Even though they were fighting, the position was rather... provocative.

His right arm being too far away, she misses the grab, having him then get into her guard. There he was now, just where he wanted, and she could tell Sailor Suplex was liking it. But he couldn't reject his personality and suddenly grow some liking for Athena. It will be against his alter-ego, after all.

Her legs tighten around his waist to gain control of his body, and her right gauntleted hand go past his right shoulder and grips around the back of his neck with her arm, holding it down. But she keeps her left hand in front of her face, shielding herself from both possible attacks and the light. However, even in this guard, she was going to end this fight with something Crawley wasn't going to get out of. As a light glows on her weapons, she mutters these words.

"The spirits guide my light,

through the darkness I come..."

A grin as she says these words, the forces of the air, water, earth, and fire converging to this single space where they lie. The wind begins to pick up, causing the sands to shift and blow, along with the waves in the ocean becoming more active and churner. The water shooting against the edge of the beach was more fierce, the howling wind blowing through their ears. The beach balls rolled along like tumbleweeds and the seagulls in the sky song loudly in their reaction to the sudden shift in things. What Crawley had not realized was that he had fallen into the clasp of a sorceress, and one who was no longer giving him the benefit of just an all-hands fight.

12/17

"You know... it's almost over... hopefully... then we can set up something big... real big."

His head cocked over at Sieg as the crimson flare of his eyes was raging more.

"It's just..." His head went down looking at the ground.

Striker - Offensive.

And I'm in the least mood to deal with your bullshit.

• I do not walk with God +

"Uh Oh..."

Sieg hoped athena had something good coming because it seemed that fox had activated his striker.

• For God Carries Me +

Also, Fox hoped Athena didn't BS her way out like Sieg did with George.

Cuz I don't wanna feel like we're wasting strikers.

Suddenly a scooter being ridden by some hardcore big a** brute "Bloody Pandas" fan pulled in on the sidelines of the beach, a good and safe distance from the match taking place on the beach. He put down the scooter's kickstand and hopped off of it, relieving the small scooter of some of heavy duty muscle weight as he looked ahead to find that the team 'Bloody Pandas' was not fighting here. Yup, he was lost now but hey he wasn't complaining about that after seeing that there was still a badass fight going on and Geddo was all about being badass. For realz!

(Don't mind me, I'm just a spectator.)

She will at least be able to have her right hand grab the left side of his neck as he pushes out his left arm, turning her right shoulder up a little to make enough way to at least have her wrist pressing against the back of his neck, so it wouldn't work completely how he wished, having him remain here with her.

"Give me..."

A shadow looms over her and suddenly, something hard comes crashing down, feeling a ramming into her left hand over her face, since it was up during the guard to keep Crawley from trying to deliver strikes to her face. The bat smacks into the gauntlet encased onto her hand and down her forearm halfway, shielding her from a possible breaking of her face. This causes her to have her left hand try its best to shield her head even more because whatever was striking at her felt hard, like a club.

A striker using a hard weapon. Was it the sledgehammer? She could not tell as her eyes closed behind her overhead hand, the next two strikes coming in from the sides. The one from the right side is dulled by her hand being in the way, but it still hits her, causing her to turn her head to the left underneath her guard, gritting down her teeth hard to endure the pain that was surely going to cause a swollen mark on the right side of her head. And then the one from the left comes, but it would hit into her forearm since her arm will be well protecting that side. But the impact still showed power, the pain searing through her left arm.

"Come on, just hold out."

Then came a kick, smacking into her guarded head, feeling yet another aggressive attack, yet it was smaller in force than the strike with the weapon that was used just recently. He would not be able to have his foot reach her chest, however, cause she still had Crawley kept close to her with her right hand holding down against the back of his head. She waited...but nothing else came. Ten seconds must have been over, though the sudden beatings made it seem like a lifetime. But she heard the voice of who done it.

"Fox..."

Her head was dizzy now as she tries to recover her senses, the world a little blurry before her eyes revert as she lowers her hand a little to peer into the blinding light above. Blood started to flow down the right side of her head, a wound caused by the bat barrage, the red liquid dripping onto the sand. And she could feel the sting, knowing what it meant. She had been given the first blood, a pride that was broken. Her eyes, now stern in shape, expressed an emotion that breaks itself even further into existence, having her left hand come up to grip at the front of his neck, squeezing it tight.

"Fox...he failed. Now...time for pain you have never experienced before. Flaming Weapon."

Suddenly, fire erupts upon the gauntlets on her hands, the flickering flame bringing about a high amount of heat that was going to give Crawley the burn of his life. Her left hand would be loosely open in front of his neck so the suddenly flame will make him jump back in the threat of having his trachea toasted. But the right hand at the back of his head remains as the fire comes to life there, too, giving him damage from both sides. His clothes were about to catch fire, his precious Sailor Suit becoming fuel for the awaiting red heat. Athena had nothing to worry about, too, in being burned by the fire. Her own magic could not hurt her, at least with the spell she just used, turning her gauntlets into living fire temporarily.

Ideally, a human will be stunned by the fiery attack, and that will be her cue to twist her hips to the right to roll Crawley right onto his back to have Athena suddenly mount him, the control over his waist being used. And with herself overhead, she will press her flaming hands to his jaw, pushing his head back against the sands as her clasped hands will burn ferociously at his ears and the chin itself, leaving only the painful sound of the flickering mayhem. Getting the idea from Sieg to punish her opponents in the way they were punishing them, she will leave Crawley with a mark for him to remember her by, laughing as she held him down, already forgetting about the blood that now streamed down the right side of her head, still feeling whizzy. But having anger was similar to this effect, so it was something she was use to.

"I know you can still hear me, Crawley. Say 'I give up' and you will be spared. If not, then you and your little sailor suit are going to suffer some serious third degree burns."

13/17

Sailor Suplex Wrote:

Athena failed to account for the fact that just because her one gauntleted hand is over her face.. doesn't mean the force won't translate and smash her arm hard into her face. After all, she didn't use any SUPER KI POWAH to prevent the force from transferring. Meaning her gauntlet smashes into her face. Let us not forget.. these are clubbing weapons, they do not have the same properties as flimsy swords.

This was a metal bat. She had just been hit three times. Something isn't right. Force doesn't just stop at the first instance of resistance.

The Darth Vizzle Wrote:

Something like.

"I take a bat to the head. But it's cool." Noteworthy.

We're not talking about simple swelling. This isn't just some punch. Athena needs to realize this.

Nevertheless.. she was dizzy at some point. Which means that she was weaker. Which means that Sailor Suplex could remove her arm, and sit up, stand in her guard slightly while squeezing his knees into hers to split her guard open.

Crawley, expecting her to be weaker, goes into actions to remove her from him. When he tries to move her arm away...it did not budge. When he tries to move her squeezing legs off his body...it did not budge. His body was literally locked to hers. The pain she took did not make her weaker. It made her tenser, causing the hold on Crawley to strengthen, wanting something to hold onto as she took these attacks. And with Crawley close to her, whoever performed the strike will have to limit where they hit or else they could hit their own partner. And then he had to realize that her ki was always coursing through her body. Every thing she did, she used it, in order to give her an effective performance, be it in running for exercise or fighting the next champion of the world, though it was limited in fair play. This wasn't fair play. This was a true tournament.

Because of this, Athena's hands would light up with the crackling flames and burn at the sides of his head. She still will do the roll with her hips so she can bring him onto his back instead with her over him. Both hands will clasp onto the sides of his head as planned, and proceed to give him the burning of his life, his sailor suit now aflame as it licks around the chest area of Crawley. No relent was present in Athena's eyes. She was not going to kill him, but she was going to injure him, injure him in the way he was trying to injure her. Their little relationship, mutual, was over, and here is where she had closed the book on the chapter in their story.

"Burn."

Her ears await the sweet sound of Crawley saying he surrenders. Just a couple of words and it can all be over for Sailor Suplex. But if he did not, then he will no longer be able to boast himself to the ladies or anyone for that matter. With his body getting the burns they were taking, Crawley will have to become the cripple of the wrestling world. And if he still competed, then that meant a mask and a costume will be his only identity to hide behind for the rest of his life. As she was expecting, the era of Crawley was over.

14/17

Crawley grabs for her fingers, but he also gets resistance. Her left hand guarding over her face had it with the fingers toward Crawley but curled against the palm like a fist, tensed already from taking hits. She wasn't going to take anymore. When he tries to grab the fingers of it, she just pulls with it, and of course, the fingers couldn't be easily removed. And with fire coming from the weapon itself, Crawley was in for a hard time. And then there was the hand pulling against the back of his neck. He reaches for it, but then, he first would have to pull her hand away, but with it gripped firmly on the neck, that, too was going to be hard. And yet again, flames to worry about. Only a few seconds he can probably brave through the heat before he begins to cry from his nerves being burned by the second.

As for a possible brain trauma, Athena was resilient. Even if she had protected herself effectively from the strikes, she was well experienced with head shots anyway. After all, she has headbutted rocks in her life before. Though she got knocked unconscious many times from doing that type of feat, she eventually was capable of doing it without the effect of passing out. Forces to he head didn't affect her like your average person, or at least the ones that didn't work as well, like the bat strikes and hits being guarded. The elbow strikes he sends against her, they weren't going to stop her this early. She could handle a good amount for a bit, but with her magic going, Crawley's time was shortening.

And so she laid there, feeling Crawley not giving her the easy transition onto his back. So, she will stay and wait to see how he endures the flames at his body before he decides to get up. After all, he did have a sailor suit burning in flames at this point. Did he care much about that suit or did he finally shed off his little girly personality?

15/17

Some random fan in the crowd was cheering.

"CRAWLEY! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!?"

• I do not walk with God +

Sieg sighed and thought about something else, as he waited for Ryu's fight.

• For God Carries Me +

The fact that Athena is being retarded...Is just...

...

Please just retire, or stop hanging around with Sieg. Stop tainting the beauty of H2H.

But whatever.

--

Fox, sitting on his beach-chair, facepalmed.

Well, that was an unusual question.

Man, obviously John Cena.

Actually, I'm not sure myself. WWE is being a little unpredictable lately.

"How the hell did Sieg get stuck with her?" Ray asked aloud, facepalming as Crawley continued to make a joke out of the poor woman. "I honestly think Lenne would have been better. Buuut.~ Who am I to judge." The skantly dressed Kappa sat in the sand, forgetting her clothing while she doodled a little note at the bottom of the shirt she'd been forced to wear.

"I hope Ryu does a better job this fight...or else theres just no way they'll win..." Mis matched eyes glanced in Athena's direction, her cheeks puffing slightly. "And someone, tie the woman down before she strikers and messes up another fight. Poor Ryu."

Closing the cap of her marker Ray would tilt back, examining it. Sharpie markers and shirt never did go to well with each other. The words at the bottom of the MATA LEON were hardly seeable.

Oh well. ~

Standing up, she'd smile, scratching at the back of her head. "All better."

MATA LEON

2nd best

The hands only would change position had she been able to roll him to the ground, but since he never budged, then she kept her hands how they were because there was always the chance of failure, and then she will likely be in a bad position to defend herself. She had this position over him now. She was not going to give up unless she was sure she was the dominant.

"All you can do now is pray time is your friend."

Athena says this with smiling teeth, her body and muscles working together to keep him from pulling away her hands. She could tell he was panicking, the fire giving him the paranoia of being burnt alive where he was. If it wasn't against the rules, she would have went for a more precious area of the male body and have him no longer be able to produce kids, no less make love again.

Speaking of time, the crowd was still leaned forward, the last few seconds of the fight coming to a close. With the fire flickering against his body, people can only wonder what will come of this by the time he will get away.

16/17

A look of disgust immediately went to Athena's face as he moved his head down and licks at her chest. This causes her to bring both of her hands against his head together, right pulling and left pushing, to try to raise his head off, annoyed with his efforts to get a taste of her.

"Hey, you..."

The fire continued to roar from her gauntlets until the horn blew and the fight was deemed over. Loosening her grip, Crawley was now free from her body, causing her to sit up and wipe at her chest, her tongue hanging out to show how she disliked what he just did.

"That little...ouch..."

Her right hand to her head, she touches it then removes it, seeing the red that was present on it. Only then did she realize how much of an injury she got, standing to her feet, a bit wobbly, and walking toward her team's side. Going over to their basket of things, she kneels down to it and grabs herself a towel. She opens a water bottle, pours some of the liquid onto it, and then places it to the side of her head, sitting down into her seat and just remaining leaned forward as she tends to the area.

"Sieg, mind helping me here?"

17/17

Glorious Athena Wrote:

A look of disgust immediately went to Athena's face as he moved his head down and licks at her chest. This causes her to bring both of her hands against his head together, right pulling and left pushing, to try to raise his head off, annoyed with his efforts to get a taste of her.

"Hey, you..."

The fire continued to roar from her gauntlets until the horn blew and the fight was deemed over. Loosening her grip, Crawley was now free from her body, causing her to sit up and wipe at her chest, her tongue hanging out to show how she disliked what he just did.

"That little...ouch..."

Her right hand to her head, she touches it then removes it, seeing the red that was present on it. Only then did she realize how much of an injury she got, standing to her feet, a bit wobbly, and walking toward her team's side. Going over to their basket of things, she kneels down to it and grabs herself a towel. She opens a water bottle, pours some of the liquid onto it, and then places it to the side of her head, sitting down into her seat and just remaining leaned forward as she tends to the area.

"Sieg, mind helping me here?"

17/17

"Get on my back, I'll carry you to the infirmary."

Sieg would run over to her and would help her out of her seat and onto her back. Sieg was sure Athena wasn't wailing in pain because of an adrenaline rush, or maybe she was just that much of a hard a**. Sieg was almost sure those vicious blows had caused some type of skull damage or at least a concussion. After Sieg got her on his back he would begin running but, holding her thighs tight so that she did not bounce with his stride."I'm going to need you to stay conscious until we get to the infirmary."

Once Sieg got her too the infirmary, Sieg would help slow the bleeding with his own abilities while the medical staff worked hastily on her.

• I do not walk with God +

"She got thwacked on the head with a baseball bat three times."

And that would explain it, as Sieg passed Ichigo.

• For God Carries Me +

For some reason or another, Ryu went into one of the dressing rooms at the beach to get into his swim wear. Ironically, he had a buoy and red shirts only available at this time. So, he decided that this was a time...

"To be a life guard."

As he ventured to the ocean, and stood out there watching the waves course by.

Ryu turned around looking back towards the arena knowing that it was almost time, it just seemed the burden he carried with the team has gotten a lot heavier than it was before. Ryu, feeling almost like Atlas when he held the world upon his shoulders, began walking back towards the arena, more importantly to his gauntlets sliding them over his hands but leaving his blades behind.

"Guess it's time to begin the match, isn't it?"

The life of the ocean and the soothing nature of the beach has given him a calm that makes Ryu think more of the next opponent as an opponent against his pride than against him for the tournament.

Beep, beep.

And there went the alarm, "Your next challenger awaits... Win, you may be able to go further on the steps of Heaven. Lose, and the 7th level of Hell awaits for you... Now, go, Heaven or Hell await for you!"

"The hell, when did this thing get a voice of a woman? Sheesh." Ryu goes back to the dressing room to change back into regular clothing yet again.

Ryu's hands went up in a quick defense, (just like the professional wrestler do to take the blow), but he sold the hit going towards the sand of the beach then rolled on the ground rising to a knee as he rubbed his face.

"Oh, got some dirty tricks, huh, George?" Luckily, the damage wasn't much, but then Ryu's left foot planted directly upon the ground, his right foot being the leg that his knee was raised pressed forward as he left off from the track-and-field sprint directly towards Fantasma, picking up the beach ball in the process.

"THEN TAKE THIS!" Charging while in the rush, Ryu's body suddenly leaps into the air like a tiger, but only 3 feet in the air, leaping from the distance directly at 5 feet from Fantasma. Then slams the beach ball forward to hit Fantasma in the face but knowingly there's those instruments that Fantasma had to take into consideration.

So, Ryu's right hand was holding the ball as the left curled into a fist as the chi concentrated through the hand.

[ 1 ]

And...

WHAM!

His beach ball went directly against the opened umbrella, but then it rolled but with the momentum of Ryu's body delivered in the leap had for him sailing in a horizontal twist in the air to re-capture himself in the air then land upon his feet.

He was in a stance where both of his legs were further than shoulder width a part then his left hand planted on the ground almost like a football player in a three point stance.

Ryu's weapons were his fists, since his blades were 10 yards away from him.

"Well, now... Fantasma... let's see what you got..."

Ryu's body lifted to his feet as he went into a slight boxing-stance, with both his fists in the air.

[ 2 ]

What the hell is his problem? Ryu thought as the man started swinging the umbrella like a wild man.

Ryu went for the Umbrella that protected Fantasma in the first place by the stick then pulled it shut as he stabs the tip of the pole directly towards the gut.

[ 3 ]

The parry was successful due to the fact that Ryu wanted this to happen, previously stated, Ryu was charging his chi within his left fist. Ryu's left hand goes from the pole quickly with the right fist going upwards to cross in front of his plain of vision for a moment to take the hit, but right when the elbow hits against Ryu's right hand which hits upon his face.

Ryu shifted his body then twisted turning around on a pivot swinging his left hand for a back-fist directly towards Fantasma's mask, with enough power to send the man rolling at least 10 feet away from Ryu with the back hand strike.

'Chyaaa'

Ryu resets himself back into the stance of having both of his fists up in front of him then suddenly, the left hand lowered towards his stomach, his feet shoulder width a part as he extended his right hand towards Fantasma, "Let's do this right..."

[ 4 ]

Ryu was staring directly at Fantasma then his hands went to his sides folding in a crouching fashion his legs bent slightly as his feet were shoulder width a part. It just seemed almost like he was going through a Kata of a Martial Art, but Ryu's body appeared to be resting with the sand, feeling the earth.

Luckily, Fantasma was only on the ground for 3 seconds, because if it were 5 seconds, Ryu would have gained a T. K. O but even that, Ryu was glad to see the man raise up.

His body was charing against as Fantasma was going directly toward him, but Ryu had a grin upon his face. His right foot lifted, and then it slammed directly into the earth.

Heaven or Hell Status Report Wrote:

Ryu has an ability that he hasn't even shown use of until now, that ability being;

Earthquake: Plain and simple. With a fierce stomp to the ground, causes an earthquake. With control, the faults caused can be directed at opponents.

Now, with this stomp, the earth will rumble from Ryu's powerful slam into the air, but no fault-lines will form due to the less time it took to charge the maneuver.

[ 5 ]

"Ah, don't worry, I didn't make it big... I know about the people around here too..."

If there weren't any spectators, Ryu would truly be on a different side of things about the fight. Standing up straight as he looked directly towards Fantasma, "Shall we continue... mono y mono, mi hermano."

Did Ryu know Spanish? The world may never know. Ryu made the compromise not to use any of his elemental prowess.

[ 6 ]

It didn't matter if Fantasma didn't believe it or not, but it happened, and that was that. Now, it was time for round 2.

Ryu's stance was straight up until Fantasma left to sprint forward in front of him, Ryu's right arm went upwards toward his face, but in this process Ryu's body takes the damage of the umbrella going toward his abdomen causing him to slide towards Ryu's, but the left arm turns toward the umbrella to have it to hit his gut to side-step away from the crab going to his face.

But his left arm curls then extends upwards while he delivers an uppercut directly towards Fantasma's exposed elbow to over-extend the elbow to cause for the crab to drop to the ground while Ryu smirks.

"Ey, Pendejo... como esta?"

[ 7 ]

Ryu was glad that Fantasma went to go directly for a headlock, apparently, but Ryu's head turns to the inside to escape the head lock, but Ryu's arms directly goes around Fantasma's waist, and knowing the man, Ryu isn't going to go for a German Suplex, but a wrestling lift instead was the way to go.

A wrestling lift involved for the opponent to be lifted in a gut-wrench motion then slammed face first to the ground which in this case was the sand.

"CHYAA" Ryu began raining elbows to the back of the neck to Fantasma.

[ 8 ]

The dance continued.

Noticing that Fantasma went for his right arm that was going for a lift, now the lift being completely useless, and a arm hold attempt. Ryu steps tot he right into the lock to turn to go and face Fantasma to do a spinning Belly-To-Belly suplex to send George to the ground, in other words counter-acting the maneuver by twisting his hips and shuffling the feet to keep in front of Fantasma.

So, in turn, Ryu would escape pulling back from Fantasma then motions for the man to get up, "Let's not go to the ground... I challenge you... to a fist to fist... duel..." Ryu offered.

[ 9 ]

Glorious Athena Wrote:

"Stop, Sieg."

Athena would say to him, pushing herself off and to the ground. Her right hand kept the rag to her head, but she shakes it anyway to show she displeased of the idea of being taken to the infirmary.

"I'm okay, really. We need to stay there all the way to the end. I've taken worse hits than that anyway."

She turns around, walking back toward their side.

"I know you are worrying about me, but you don't have to. If I let this get to me, I will never be able to compete in the competing world."

• I do not walk with God +

Sieg would sigh as he turned around to look at her still bleeding. Sieg then crossed his arms and turned his chin up, still looking at her with a somewhat concerned look on his face. Fox was a strong guy, Sieg trained with him for years and Athena took some vicious shots. Sieg then returned to a neutral expression and then walked over to her. He would place his hands on her face, cupping it softly. Sieg would then kiss the spot where her head had been opened up.

Positive energy would invoke Athena and Sieg would take some of the pain and punishment away from her and into himself. Her wound would stop bleeding and close up mostly but the small scrape upon Siegs head that was made earlier in his own fight would open up and grow deeper; it would begin to bleed again. Siegs head would begin to throb a bit as his body worked on healing it quickly.

"I'll share your pain baby.

Come on, lets go chill somewhere."

Sieg walked off towards there team area with athena at his side to watch the fight.

• For God Carries Me +

• I do not walk with God +

Athena just took a baseball bat to the head three times and a soccer kick. She did not need to prove that she was not simply a 'typical woman' any longer. s**t, If Sieg got hit like that then he would let athena kiss his boo-boo's...

s**t...He would let Ryu or Peppa kiss his boo-boo's from a hit like that too.

Sieg felt his own cut, he was going to need stitch's but it wasn't that bad, it had already stopped bleeding. Sieg got up and would go get stitched up real quick and then he would head back.

• For God Carries Me +

Ryu's ears twitch, he couldn't help but shout towards Sieg.

"n***a, you gay."

Ryu went back to the mind of the match and sees Fantasma rolling away from him. As the umbrella was coming towards him, Ryu decides to interact with that said umbrella sending his left leg down into the ground in a stomp, but the earth didn't shake this time, but Ryu's body lowered in position to take the full frontal hit of the umbrella while the hit connects...

Ryu takes both hands to grab hold upon the umbrella himself.

"Hey, amigo... want to see a trick?" Ryu's eyes turned red suddenly as he began yelling...

"Syyaaaaaaaaaaa!" Ryu begins lifting the umbrella upwards into the air as his body bulges in his muscles lifting George into the air straight up, then suddenly, Ryu drops the umbrella for Fantasma to come downwards... and Ryu's right fist begins slowly glowing as he crouched waiting for Fantasma to come down...

[ 10 ]

Ryu dropped the umbrella, but it was too late, Fantasma was directly behind him with a gut-wrench around his waist. Luckily, it wasn't a Full Nelson, or Fantasma would have gone for an actual Dragon Suplex. Ryu's name translates to Dragon for a reason.

But right when Fantasma went for the dip, Ryu's left arm wrapped around Fantasma's neck and the left hand grabs upon the right wrist while he was lifted in the air. Ryu suddenly rocked his hips to the point where he'd counter-act the suplex with his own variation of a Stone Cold Stunner, so Ryu would land upon his a**, but Fantasma's chin would hit directly upon Ryu's shoulder.

But through the maneuver, this was more dedicated to the team of

Black Jesus

Iron Man

and

A boy who knew about light sabers and the force.

"You're going down!"

[ 11 ]

Turning around then looking at his shoulder and back at the Fantasma.

Ryu wanted to get the man. Ryu felt like the last hope for his team, but breathing deeply from this point and time, as his eyes remain set upon Fantasma, he was set into a stance and so was Fantasma. Ryu had a piece of paper, and quickly created a crane. The heck did Fantasma made? Really didn't matter.

"I won't go down easily..." Ryu sprinted forward from a 10 foot distance then rushes as he jumps towards Fantasma's right, then spun his body around to kick the back of the head of Fantasma to go flying directly into the ocean water.

"Tidiyaaaaaaaaaaa"

[ 12 ]

Ryu was in a predicament now, but instead of trying to avoid the maneuver, he took it in handy for what he wanted to do. And right when his body was being flipped over, his arms wrapped directly around Fantasma's legs to bring him under water as well.

But with the water being only 3 feet in height, they were still covered by the water but Ryu gets back up being soaked and wet from the water then stands up turning around facing Fantasma.

ROAR!!!!!!

Ryu suddenly roars towards Fantasma as he sends his fist to go under water, and a glowing charge was coming directly towards Fantasma's face in an uppercut fashion.

[ 13 ]

Ryu's punch is delivered to one crab stopping it in place as Ryu's left hand was down in the water for a reason lifting up with a LOBSTER in his hand since the right hand went underwater and was grabbed by a lobster... so a bunch of guts of the creatures would blow up over the place.

Ryu's right leg shifts into the ocean as Ryu pushes into the crab and suddenly wraps his free arm around Fantasma's arm to keep the crab at bay as Ryu's arm goes around Fantasma's head to place him into what's known to be the Varsityersher Headlock. Both hands entwining under the opponent's chest if he bent over, but one arm wrapped around the head while the other over-hooks the extended arm then locks together to squeeze into a DDT to the ocean.

[ 14 ]

A sole hermit crab dug itself into the sand, hermit eyes peeping through grains of sand, it would see it's family being torn apart!

"MAAAAAAADDDRRRRRREEEEEE"

Came it's minuscule roar. A tear.

How many times would they trade blows?

Once?

Twice?

Thrice?

George is obviously getting the raw end of this deal. The luchadore wasn’t sure of Ryu’s conditioning, but George sure as hell knew he couldn’t take knees to the chest all day. So during the next elbow-knee cycle, George instead hooks his left arm beneath Ryu’s leg as it shoots up to knee him. He then tries to step his right leg behind Ryu’s and he pushs against the man’s body. He’s going for a sweep that will hopefully send the two of them crashing back into the water with Fantasma on top.

[16]

Well, since Ryu kicked up his other leg to go for a headscissors, tripping was out of the question. No longer seeing a use for the crab he was holding in his right hand, he released. The crustacean is finally free of the gruesome fate George originally had planned for it. Now, he wraps that same arm around Ryu’s back and grabs on tightly. Simultaneously, he steps forward with his left foot while crouching some to catch himself so Ryu can’t just headscissor toss him onto the ground.

“GRAH!”

After securing a firm hold, Fantasma lifts Ryu and starts running towards the deeper end of the ocean.

It was time to end this with a POWER BOMB as he tries to guestimate the edge of the “arena” and toss Ryu over it (2).

Or would he?

Nothing was certain of course, and crazy s**t could always happen like:

1- George tripping/being knocked over by the currents to hit his head on a rock and get KO’d, or Ryu performing some counter to produce similar results

3- George guestimates wrong and they both end up falling into the depths of the ocean.

4- They decide that this battle is going nowhere and settle their differences with some money, a pit, and two angry lobsters.

[17]

George ran forward taking the multiple blows to the head as he prepares to end this. The viewers at home saw the two men moving further out into the ocean.

"CHESTOOOOOOOO-OH SHI-!"

Then then saw no one.

Later, once Ryu drags Fantasma back to the shore...

George's only response to his opponent was to spit out some fish. The luchadore just basked on the beach for the time being, contemplating on the recent events.

"Damn snorkel did NOTHING!"

Suddenly, an obnoxiously loud Japanese announcer's voice blasted over the intercoms.

"DABU KAYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"s**t, another double KO..."

Fantasma face palmed. He could already hear Fox's bitching.

After the match, George approaches Athena. He's cleaned himself up and is wearing his good mask. It's gold with platinum trimming. The rest of his attire consists of tights, some ring boots, and a necktie. A MATA LEON limited edition neck tie.

"Hey Athena, I've always been a big fan of yours!" George says with a smile. He pulls out a magazine with Athena's picture on the cover and extends it to her, along with a pen. "May I have your autograph?"

Yaaaaaawn~.

Sitting under a beach umbrella to the side, the faceless figure of the fight Judge was enjoying a relaxing day at the beach. Tight black speedo on his haunches, a bronze god tan, and about as much body hair as an olympic swimmer. The only thing out of place was the chainmail coif and bucket-style full-faced helmet that the Judge was wearing as he sat on his beach towel with his legs crossed.

He was playing solitaire with a deck of HoH edition playing cards.

In front of him he had his cards stacked out. Three stacks from left to right were ready to be built on. The first had a picture of Sieg on it, marked as King. The second bore Athena's likeness and was marked as Queen. And in the third pile was Blake, sitting as Jack atop a King Fox and Queen Suplex.

"Hmmm..."

Pulling cards from the deck, the beach-goer Judge snapped his fingers and grabbed the top two to place them down. One Yellow Card on top of Sieg, and another Yellow Card on Blake. Both cards had the text ear pulling written on them.

"...hmmm..."

The Judge rubbed his polished steel chin for a moment, then drew more cards. Oh! He could use this one!

Picking up the top card from the draw pile, the Judge moved it on top of Athena's card and then nodded in approval. The Yellow Card had the words sand in the eyes written on it.

"...maybe I should play spider solitaire next time."