• As the crowd cries in excitement and fear the announcer walked to the center of the ring. He looked around out to the stands, puts the microphone to his mouth and yelled “Gooood evening Tampa! I hop your ready for some blood shed! Today we are at the final round of the Underground Death Match Tournament. So, with out further ado, I represent the combatants who made it here today.”

    The lights turned red and started to flash. The loud speakers started playing “Let the bodies hit the floor” as a man in a black hooded cloche started to walk up to the ring. “Weghing in at 230 pounds, 5 foot 8 inches, from Tampa Florida.” The man makes it in the ring and stands in a corner. “The raining champion of the UDM, Theee FALLEN ANGEL!!!” The man flips the cloche around him a while so no one can see what he really looks like. After a couple of seconds of flipping he tosses the cloche up in the air reviling a man that has bleach white hair, fingerless gloves on his hands, Caucasian, seemed to be in his late 20s early 30s, wearing jet black gym shorts and no shoes. On his back there was a set of wings, on his right was black a black angel wing that looked tough, but on his left showed a white torn up angel wing, it looked like it hade been shot, ripped, cut, and crushed almost looked like it was ready to fall off.

    The announcer spoke up again after the music stopped and continued “and the Fallen Angel’s opponent, weighing in at 150 pounds, 5 feet, from the land of the unknown.” A person walks out of the back rooms covered by a Buddhist monk’s robe. “The new comer who seems to have beaten all of the other fighters AND spared there lives, the holy warrior, the speed queen, the one that might beat the Fallen Angel, Theeee RISING ANGEL!!!” The person takes off the robe calmly and looks strait at the Fallen Angel. She had blonde hair, very tan skin; she was lean and looked like the same age as the Fallen Angel. She kept the robe on.

    When the crowd settled down, the announcer lifted his hand up and said “Now is the final fight, risen vs. fallen, dark vs. light, good vs. evil, who will win and who will get there head pounded in? Let’s find out, FIGHT!” The announcer threw his and down and ran out of the ring. The fight is going to begin.

    The Fallen Angel stood there staring the Rising Angel down, a fight of will. You could feel the suspense in the air, and every one could see the mental fight going on. The Fallen Angel dashed at the Rising Angel and attempted a flying side kick but misses. She ducked under his leg, grabbed the leg, spun around, and through him away. So far, 1 Rising Angel, 0 Fallen Angel.

    The Fallen Angel grabs the floor and uses the momentum from the through to spin himself around to use himself as a boomerang and trips the Rising Angel. As he continues to spin out of control he hit the fall with his back but recovers quickly and is up and dashing at her in an instant. Fallen 1, Rising 1.

    The Rising Angel is able to turn herself in mid-air and land on her hands, she sees the Fallen Angel going for another charge attack and lets herself down a littlie and pushes up so she could hand jump over him and land on his shoulders, then she tightens the grip of her legs on him and pushes herself backwards taking him with her. She then stands on her hands again and slammed him to the ground and you could hear him grunt. The Rising Angel 3, the Fallen Angel 1.

    The Fallen Angel takes a littlie longer to get up after that but is still stands up and continues the fight. He moves in for a straight up fist-to-fist fight. He goes for a straight jab and his arm is pushed away by the Rising angel and is hit hard in the kidney. He goes for a hook but that is countered with another hard hit to the kidney. He then goes for an uppercut and is yet again countered with a hard hit under the arm pit dislocating it. He then goes for a blind haymaker and is again countered and his last arm is dislocated. With no training in martial arts, he goes for a head rush and misses. She steps to the side grabs him by the back of his neck and his shorts, uses his momentum against him to through him to the ground on his back and once on his back is pinned down with a foot on his throat. The Fallen Angel losses the mental fight.

    Now after what seemed to be hours which has only been about half an hour the real fight is about to begin. And we all know who is going to win. The Fallen Angel dashes at the Rising Angel and as she ducks, so dose him. He yokes her up with his bicep and in a split seconded, he wraps his arm around her neck, grabs her jaw with the other hand and pulls 90 degrees to her left and his arm forces her body to turn 90 degrees to her right. You could hear the snap in the room even through the crowd cheering.

    Just as I thought. . .

    The End