SEMIFINAL TIME! KYAMI(Rise) vs. JUNKIRO(Grease)!
With musical accompaniment!
After a solid thirty or so minutes, Kyami had found it best to meditate. He was in a deep trance when he was touched by one of the judges. His name was being called again for another match. He had made it to the semi-finals which put a smile on his face. Even if he lost, he was happy knowing he had made it this far, he was among the strongest of the freshmen. Standing to his feet old pains reminded him of how much he would need to be cautious this time. No trickery, no deception, this match would be purely based on having fun.
He entered the ring and raised his arm letting out a cheerful scream to initiate the good times to be had. He had got this from Miranda. The girl seemed to have rubbed off on him. The crowd loved it and cheered as a response. He looked at his opponent and sighed upon doing so. Truly this guy had been through just as much as he had to get to this spot in the competition. Everyone wanted to be number one, why else would they subject themselves to so much pain.
Junkiro, thankfully, was much more conscious and in far better a condition this time when his name was called. The only medic needed at the moment was the original irate nurse, who this time patted Junkiro on the shoulder.
"You're good to go, Junkiro. Just try not to bleed out this time." Junkiro nodded at the medical man.
"Do not worry about me!" With a spark of enthusiasm, Junkiro trotted through the tunnel for only the seventh time that day. He'd make this semifinal bout something to remember.
He'd honestly expected to fight that cybernetic girl, Miranda, in the semis, but when he saw Kyami's face plastered alongside his on the big screen, it made him jump. So he had managed to take down a cyborg? Just how powerful was this guy? Another thought flitted through his head as he continued his pace to his assigned ring:
I'm the lowest rank left in the tournament. An underdog to the end, it seemed. As Junkiro, filled with enough enthusiasm to vault over the top rope into the ring, made his appearance, the crowd let out a cheer louder than any had been heard thus far. Not only were there fewer fights to divide their attention, Junkiro had become a bit of a crowd favorite through his first two fights. Winning the first one by less than half a second, and the second while still missing a good portion of his blood...his never-say-die attitude and extreme toughness had struck a chord with many in the audience.
Junkiro, however, was not big into playing the crowd. With a soft smile on his face, he tuned out the white noise and focused instead on his opponent, Kyami, who was already in the ring.
"So Semi-finals already? I barely remember my first two fights...maybe because I was practically unconscious for a lot of it?" He let out a chuckle, then bowed respectfully to his opponent.
"My name is Junkiro Iwazuma. I may be a C-3 only, but I will do everything in my power to end your run in the tournament right here. I hope you do the same to me." He turned away from his opponent for a moment, making sure to adjust his skintight Speedo so it wouldn't be discomforting.
Of course the first thing he saw when looking at Junkiro was the fact that the male was wearing a speedo. A speedo of all things holy. It was distracting to say the least, but Kyami could only laugh internally. He knew better than to judge the boy on appearance alone. Kyami's piercing blue sapphire eyes scanned the male carefully. He ran a finger through his blonde hair, a stray strand having landed in his face for a moment. Smiling he bowed and introduced himself.
"I'm Kyami Xiang Yi, it is nice to meet someone with so much confidence," Kyami replied as he watched the male adjust his skintight speedo.
"I feel overdressed, I suppose I can level the field a little."
Kyami unfastened his top and slowly took it off. The girls in the audience and some of the guys all cheered and whistled, but Kyami's eyes never left Junkiro. The bruise that Miranda had left on his beautiful abs had somewhat faded thanks to the healing nature of the nurses at Iwaku. Even his prior dislocated arm was like new. He felt good, he felt better and stronger, but as he tossed his top out of the ring, he realized that Kyle may be watching and this could cause a bit of a disagreement later on.
"Shall we begin?"
Now his opponent was disrobing? Junkiro cocked his head in confusion. Exactly how did this level the playing field? Unless it was related to his power somehow. He stuttered a moment, trying to find the right words.
"I-I, um...well, I mean, you didn't have to do that." No blush came to his cheeks, thankfully; Jun's mind was nowhere near thinking about half-naked boys, nor did he really want it to. Snapping his mind back to the fight, he was about to state his agreement to start when Judge Anna cut in.
"Hey Sparky, that's my job, not yours." She got in front of the both of them, and raised her arm before dropping it.
"Alright, NOW fight!" She hopped back as both combatants prepared their opening moves. Junkiro took no stance, but instead carefully circled his enemy. If this kid could take down a robot, he had to be really strong, really smart, or have a unique power. Based on the other students of New Peaks, he had a hunch it was the third. As he neared the side ropes of the ring, Jun dashed into them, using the rebound to speed at his enemy. Twisting his body, he spun to confuse his enemy, then stuck out his leg in a classic spinning kick, aiming for his enemy's side.
Once Judge Anna informed them to start, Junkiro did just that. Kyami's mind was clear on the task at hand. He had to overcome his opponent, but he didn't know what this guy was capable of. When the individual in question dashed into the ropes, Kyami began to formulate a hyphothesis on what this individual's fighting style was. He was using the ropes as a wrestler would. Kyami didn't move though, he kept his composure and watched the male like a hawk watching its prey. He was in a classic wushu defensive stance, making sure his feet were planted. Junkiro's attack was a clever one. Confuse then attack. The kick came at Kyami's side like a bullet launching out of a gun. Twisting his form, he met his kick with his forearm, successfully blocking before quickly flipping away to provide distance between them.
As Kyami blocked Junkiro's attack, he quickly placed his leg back down and, as his opponent attempted to get space between them, refused to even give him the opportunity. He broke into a sprint and, as his foe came out of his flip, was upon him, sweeping his leg low to try and take advantage of the very brief moment where he would not be perfectly balanced. Should this work, he'd immediately follow his foe to the ground with a well-placed elbow to the gut. Jun wasn't going to let Kyami think for a second or plan a strategy; he was going to overwhelm him with an all-out front.
The flip may have been a mistake but he wasn't going to allow it to deter him. He knew that Junkiro was fast and he only capitalized on a moment given to him by Kyami's mistake. Kyami felt the coldness of the mat as his back hit it, but he had managed to quickly catch Junkiro's elbow just in time. He was going for blood it seemed which made Kyami smile. Another great fight in the making and he was a part of it. It wasn't going to be that easy and if Junkiro thought so he had another thing coming. Pushing the elbow he rolled to his feet and this time he went on the defensive again.
Jun got the trip, but messed up the finisher; as Kyami repelled his attack, Junkiro rolled over, then somersaulted backwards onto his feet, to find his enemy defensive yet again. This was getting a bit ridiculous, and was reminding him of Gerald. He'd now attacked twice, with one being a combo, and gotten no response from his foe. He wasn't going to try to provoke someone he didn't know into an attack, especially when he still knew little about his enemy besides that he was nimble enough to do a standing backflip.
Time to do something a little more unorthodox. He eyed his foe up and down, repositioning himself so that his foe's back was to the ropes. He took careful strides forward, then did something a lot of the crowd found strange-he punched with both arms simultaneously. Hard to avoid, but very easy to block and punish...if not prepared. But Jun had set up a trap; his arms were now sticky as can be, and the simplest touch would find Kyami yanked towards Jun before being kicked right back out with a Sparta kick to the midsection. And if he dodged somehow, he was still in more than a good enough position to react.
Kyami once again watched Junkiro as he charged at him, this time he wanted to make sure Kyami had to react offensively. It's as if the male wanted Kyami to throw a punch, but there were ways in which to fight without fighting. When Junkiro got close and thrust forward both of his arms in a fierce double strike combination, Kyami had no choice but to utilize Junkiro's strength against him, or at least that's what he thought would happen. As he pushed down against Junkiro's arms to block the strike, he suddenly felt the stickiness of the male's arms. It was so sticky that Kyami could not remove it. This must be the male's special ability, an interesting one at that, but he had his own trump card and he'd use it when it fit him best. Nonetheless, the kick the Junkiro landed sent Kyami's tumbling backwards into the ropes. Using the momentum from the ropes Kyami launched himself forward kicking in a sideways motion aiming for Junkiro's left side.
Junkiro had picked up more than a few tricks from Mr. Leblanc; using the ropes for momentum was something he was no stranger to... In fact, he had done that to start the fight. When he had kicked his enemy into the ropes, he knew what would be coming...just not exactly how he'd be delivering it. As Kyami began his spin, Junkiro reacted strangely; or at least that's how it would seem to the crowd. As he kicked at his side, Junkiro crouched down and held out his arms. He leaned out of the kick, taking it to his chest, but with diminished force due to his subtle move. His arms then wrapped around the enemy's leg as he let out a grunt in pain. Some of the students in the crowd would remember this strategy from Jun's first fight with Shotaro: Take a hit to hit even harder.
Junkiro made his move then. With a yank and release, Jun threw Kyami forward, then tackled the boy's other leg, forcing the pair into the corner and on the ground. This is where Junkiro excelled the most; in ground combat. The fight was getting good now!
Kyami was surprised that his leg was caught but it wasn't the first time it had ever happened. His last match with Miranda proved to him that his lightning fast kicks could be caught if the opponent was watching his moves. Still, he hadn't even been fighting like he should, and he felt bad that he wasn't giving it his all. Perhaps Junkiro had picked up on his distracted state and this was his way of bringing him back to reality. The yanking of his leg cause him to tumble forward, but he never fell, instead he utilized the graceful moves he was taught and twisted around as if he were a ballerina. It was a good thing that he turned, because when he turned he saw Junkiro aiming for his leg.
Colliding with the mat, Kyami quickly acted and placed a well aimed kick at Junkiro's shoulder to pry him off. Kyami clambered to his feet quickly.
"So he likes to grapple and he like to wrestle, interesting," Kyami thought as he waited for Junkiro to stand up.
Junkiro had him, but only for a moment before he was kicked off by Kyami. Junkiro smacked the arena floor in frustration... If he had just stuck to him, this match would be his! Instead, his foe was....in the corner... It appeared Kyami hadn't noticed where he was just yet; the opportunity was all his now.
Junkiro quickly hopped to his feet, then eyed his enemy carefully. If he were lower rank, he'd probably have bullrushed the student, and gotten a kick to the face as a response. If he wanted to grab his foe, he'd have to be a lot more careful. Junkiro decided to lay another trap. As he made his approach, he twisted his body and launched a Superkick; however, he made sure his foot and lower leg were sticky this time. Any sort of block or hit would get the boy stuck, and then he could yank his leg back down to drag his foe to the ground. And this time, there'd be no escape....
Again his opponent was on the offensive, but Kyami wasn't stupid and from their earlier tussle he remembered that the male had an ability to adhere to things, that's how he got stuck, pulled, kicked and tackled. Narrowing his eyes he didn't have much time to think at all. The male was determined to get him on the ground, probably because he felt that he would have an advantage if he got him on the ground. Kyami wasn't scared of submissions, he knew how to utilize them and break them as well. Just because he was taught Tai Chi from his father doesn't mean he wasn't taught other things as well, he just excelled at a particular art. Still there wasn't anything he could do with a superkick coming straight at him unless he went for sweep. Perhaps now would be a good time to utilize his abilities.
There was a popping sound that filled the atmosphere in the ring. Kyami moved slighty so that the kick would not hit him in the face, but it did strike him in the shoulder and sure enough, just as he had thought he felt the adhesion of the male's ability. It was strange to be adhered to the feet of someone performing a superkick. The strength behind the kick did make Kyami hit the turnbuckle, but it also put Junkiro in a weird situation. There was pain that resonated in Kyami's right shoulder, but it wasn't as bad as Miranda's strike that had dislocated his arm. In this very moment he thought about how Miranda had delivered a low blow in order to get him away, and he had contemplated this, but he didn't want to hurt the male's pride, after all he was in literally nothing but a speedo. It would have been easy to give him something to really think about.
It was either now or never. Electricity sparked from his hands and feet. The beautiful display wouldn't go unnoticed. Kyami had to get out of this sticky situation and fast. Junkiro wasn't the lightest crayon in the box. His leg shot up with a unnerving speed and would strike just above the back socket of the knee. He did this in hopes that Junkiro would release his sticky hold.
Junkiro was about to snap his leg to the ground and end this match once and for all, but instead his foe reacted with a strange, off-balance kick to his leg. He thought nothing of it at first, but then he felt a shooting pain rip through his leg as electricity sparked across the limb.
"Gyaaaaaaaach!" Jun shouted, his leg snapping back in an unconditioned response. His stickiness did not dissolve until after the snap; Kyami would find himself hurtling forward into Jun. Jun, already off-balance, took the incoming Kyami to the body, the pair of them tumbling to the ground as Jun regained his bearings. Thankfully, the shock had been away from his head and his heart; he found he could still focus, even though his leg now tingled something fierce. This kid had been hiding electrical prowess, eh? Junkiro's focus, while there, wasn't perfect; was there some way to counter such a painful power?
For now, he wanted to give himself the best opportunity to win. He quickly grabbed his foe at the upper arms and locked his legs around Kyami's, effectively limiting where his hands and feet could go. Naturally, this left Jun with few options as well; at the least, he needed to get on top. Jun forced all his weight to the right, rolling the pair locked on the ground back into the corner, the Japanese wrestler now holding his foe to the mat in the strangest of pins while he thought of his next move.
"Ya know, If you wanted to be on top you should've said so," Kyami teased. He was in a submission, a very odd one, but an effective one. Junkiro had his arms pinned, and his legs restricted. What could he do now being that his movement was limited? He could force Junkiro off by thrusting all of his energy and weight in a direction, but which direction? He was near the turnbuckle again, but what was the best move here. He could just let Junkiro win, after all he didn't know who he'd face after this match, and he really didn't know what kind of ability they had. Kyami was smart. There were ways to overcome obstacles if one put their mind to it.
"As much as I like this position Junkiro, I don't want to get you too excited," Kyami added winking. Kyami began his escape. First he needed to break Junkiro's hold on his legs. It was a good thing he stretched before this match. Next he'd have to break Junkiro's hold on his arms, which wasn't a good place to hold someone, it gave Kyami too much room to break free. Perhaps that's what Junkiro wanted. His back arched and the space between Kyami and Junkiro lessened so much so that they nearly touched. One thing about his training, he had seriously strong legs and great upper body strength. His flexibility would come in handy in getting out of this position. Still he could only wonder how many daggers Kyle had thrown with his eyes at the sheer sight of Kyami engaged in such close touching with another guy.
With a sudden spark of strength, Kyami began to push against Junkiro until his hand was in reach of the belt. He used his lower body strength to scissor his legs. It was hard to do being that Junkiro had wrapped his legs around his upper calves and had placed his weight on them, but this is what he trained for, this was his moment, he would not allow Junkiro to stand in his way. With an incredible burst of adrenaline Kyami pushed and arched his back and this created enough space for him to dig his heel into the mat. Using force he proceeded to push his arms up against Junkiro's strength until he reached the rope above him. Now came the hard part.
Junkiro thought he had him perfectly pinned, but now Kyami was starting to struggle against him; and worst of all, it was working. He didn't get the-he assumed-jokes that he had said, but he wasn't really focusing on that right now. He needed to find a way to hurt Kyami while still keeping himself safe; what options did he have? Nothing came to mind as he resisted Kyami getting up- as the blonde began to struggle to raise his arms, Jun got an idea.
Junkiro stopped resisting Kyami's left arm-instead, he completely changed the direction of his force, catching the blonde off-guard. At the same time, he yelled
"Stay DOWN!" and forced his upper body into Kyami. The combination of the downward force and the loss of some of his support ended up being too much, and the two slammed to the mat once again, Kyami's left arm swinging across his body and hitting his right. Jun's left hand changed its grip, now weakly holding onto both arms. Jun let his face break into a smirk as the final piece of his plan came together; his left hand was now stuck to both of Kyami's arms, much like he had done with Mei.
"Look who has a hand free!" Jun said triumphantly. With that victory cry, he readied his hand, then threw punch after punch at the other boy's head.
Indeed he was stuck, again. Junkiro had managed to slam him back into the mat and this time he had managed to grab both of his arms, which was a mistake, with only one of his hands. Of course he had managed to utilize his stickiness, but he still made a mistake and Kyami would capitalize on this mistake. The amount of strength it took for him to hold one hand was now placed on holding both of Kyami's hands. Now in a normal fight this would be the place in which many would give up. This would be the point in which many would throw in the towel. How would he get out of this knowing that his opponent had one hand free, but that was the key to his escape. For by using only one hand to hold his opponent down, he had effectively allowed a gap in strength. Kyami did not move, he did not speak when Junkiro gave his triumphant little speech. Instead he focused, something Junkiro had tried to stop him from doing since the start of the match.
When the male decided to throw a punch at Kyami's head that is when he acted, this is when he utilized his strength to retaliate. He snatched upwards with both arms. It proved too much for Junkiro to hold. He had managed to get two hits in on Kyami's face, one right above the eye causing a slight cut and the other right in the chin, but the third punch landed right in Kyami's open palm and as such Kyami had wrapped both harnds around the hand that Junkiro had utiilzed to punch. His bioelectricity was still active and Junkiro would feel every bit of the eletricity as it surged into his bare hand forcing its way into his body the longer Kyami held on to the boy's hand. Junkiro would feel muscle spasms like he'd never felt before and when his strength wavered even more, Kyami twisted his body throwing his weight into it as well. This would surely send Junkiro toppling to the side but it would also bring Kyami with it because of the male's stickiness still holding on to Kyami's arms, and Kyami still holding on to Junkiro's first. They were extremely close to the ropes, so much so that he felt them on his skin. He was on top, their bodies so close now, so very close. If he wasn't so focused on getting away from Junkiro, he might have blushed.
"Let me go and I will let you go," Kyami said as more electricity poured into the fist of Junkiro.
Jun had managed a couple good hits, but when he felt his left arm give and his right hand get caught, several choice swear words flitted through his head before the painful sparking started up again. His legs uncrossed from Kyami's as Jun roared in pain, unable to escape the electrical clutch of his enemy. When Kyami forced his weight into Jun, the force sent them tumbling into the ropes, still locked in the corner. Junkiro's eyes crossed as his arm writhed in pain; he had to do something to escape this!
Junkiro was tough; while his upper arm was next to useless at the moment, the rest of his body, while in pain, was still usable. The question was, would he be able to focus enough to get free? Kyami was straddling him a bit too close for comfort, but he was making no move to pin him down; that would be Jun's escape. First, he flopped back down on his back, trying to ignore the fact that the charge was starting to creep up his arm. The next two moves happened quickly. Jun brought his legs out from under Kyami, bringing his knees to his chest, then put all his strength in a double kick straight to the gut of his enemy, sending him flying a few feet off him. His hand, unfortunately, was not let go of immediately; Jun let out another cry of pain as his arm dislocated before being freed. The two separated, Anna glanced over at Jun, noting his dislocated arm.
"Looks bad. Wanna quit?" A light smirk was on her face as she said this.
Junkiro fought through the initial pain of his arm wrenching free from his socket, inching back and grabbing the metal pole of the ring behind him, feeling the tingling in his body slowly fade as the electricity discharged. He used his other arm to get to his feet, shaking his head.
"I don't need this arm to win."
Anna shrugged.
"Suit yourself." Glancing at the other competitor, she noticed Kyami clutching his left arm; apparently both fighters were now down a limb due to dislocation.
"Well, it's a fair fight now anyways, so let's keep it moving." She stepped back again as both fighters, now pained and crippled, resumed.
The pain of being kicked in the stomach came back. His electricity had subsided. He was tossed off of Junkiro and he landed a few feet away on his arm that had been wrenched free due to the kick. He felt another familiar pain. As he stumbled to his feet, he felt it, and it caused him to sigh. It was dislocated. He listened to Anna talk to Junkiro and was about to shout that Junkiro couldn't quit now, but he knew the male wanted this just as much as he did. They were determined, it was an inevitability to gain injury in fights like these. Kyami grabbed his free hanging arm and pulled himself up from his slumped position. He was leaning on the ropes for some support, but he knew the end of this match was coming just as he had felt it when he faced Miranda.
"Damnit you better not quit on me. Let's do this," Kyami exclaimed as he took a stance and exhaled. He was ready, as ready as he could get. Pain. He felt an odd sense of pain in his stomach area, particularly the area Junkiro had struck not long ago. His eyes never left his opponent and as if on cue he rushed forward to engage Junkiro.
Junkiro, who had gotten the last of the sparks out of his head at this point, met Kyami's steely gaze with an electrified one of his own. Neither combatant was going to give up, neither combatant wanted to quit. The question was now, which one wanted it more? As Kyami rushed forward, Junkiro met him in stride, the pair colliding with a force that was palpable to the crowd. Since the boys had opposite dislocated arms, neither could effectively block the others' punches; as a result, both of them ended up getting battered. Junkiro, with a shot to the head and another three to his upper torso, was dealing with a busted nose and a very bruised collarbone. Kyami on the other hand had gotten his fair share of gut shots; his stomach was a rainbow of bruises that outclassed even what Miranda had given him. Even so, neither boy quit...
In the middle of the bout, Junkiro did something Kyami, Anna, and the whole crowd never would have seen coming; he twisted his body to the right hard. As a result, his free-hanging arm swung up, lightly slapping Kyami on the cheek. Jun winced in pain from his arm moving, but now the fight was his to win. Jun may not have been able to work his muscles, but the aura around his arm was just fine. Kyami could tell exactly what Jun's smile meant; his hand was stuck to his face.
Jun made another surprising move and yanked his shoulder back. The resistance in his arm tugged Kyami forward, but it stretched Jun's already dislocated arm out further, accentuating his agony. Even so, he followed through with the finisher: Following the twisting of his body, he used the extra rotation, bringing his good arm around for a devastating haymaker to the temple as he unstuck his arm to prevent further injury.
It all came to this. They wanted it, both of them. They could taste victory and they'd do anything to acheive it. No backing down now, there was adrenaline pumping into Kyami and he had to act quickly if he wanted to win this fight. He was panting, he was tired, he was ready to end this and he was ready to figure out what his placement would be. In the middle of their strikes, it came as a surprise that Junkiro would utilize his dislocated arm to strike Kyami on the face. Quite a surprise really, but then he proceeded to attempt to yank Kyami forward with the dislocated limb which had less strength than Junkiro's other arm. Nontheless, the combination of the surprise, mixed with Kyami's want to get closer to his opponent left little resistance from Kyami.
In the art of Tai Chi, it was a skill to utilize an opponents' strength against them. Yes, he had managed to surprise Kyami, but he left himself open. Due to the limply placed hand on his cheek, Kyami's senses were on high alert. That's when he realized he had to do what he needed to do in order to win. Being yanked forward gave him the opening he needed. Instead of resisting, he rushed into it. The haymaker that Junkiro had thrown at his temple would miss its mark, but it would hit him right in the back of his shoulder causing pain to fill him and cause him to kneel slightly; however, Kyami was in striking distance. Using half of his remaining strength, Kyami thrust an open palm with curved fingers to maximize damage straight upwards towards Junkiro's chin.
By the time Kyami had managed to regain his footing and twist his body in the proper position to deliver the punch from the arm initially on the far side of his body, Junkiro had recovered from the punch enough to react, albeit with very little time to spare. A forearm stopped Kyami's attack from reaching anything fight-ending, though the force of the strike did cause Jun's hand to hilariously slap his face. Taking his hand away, Jun just stopped and laughed. Hard. He leaned against the ropes laughing, his good arm clutched at his stomach, unable to contain the humor he had from the last few exchanges. Glancing over at Kyami, he held his hand up.
"H-hold on a second...that was just too funny...I slap you, so you slap me, in a way...this fight is good and funny, all at once!" Having recovered from his fit of guffawing, Junkiro strode forward, taking Kyami's good hand in his and shaking it hard.
"This fight had been the best I have ever had, and I have to thank you for it. But good things, they must come to ending, right?"
Junkiro stepped back, eyeing his foe now with the hint of a determined smile on his face.
"One final clash. First one to the mat loses. Do you agree?"
Kyami left his semi-kneeling state after hearing a laugh burst from Junkiro. He himself realized why he was laughing and Junkiro even spoke on the hilarity of the match. This was indeed a very memorable match, one that Kyami would put right alongside the ones he had with Miranda and Hikaru. They were all so strong, so valiant, so determined, but weren't all who fought in this tournament? When Kyami looked at Junkiro, he couldn't help but smile and laugh softly. The male approached and shook his hand, and Kyami returned the pleasantry, but then they both stepped back and Junkiro asked with a determined expression.
"I agree, all things must come to an end. One final moment. You've given me much to think about Junkiro, much indeed. Let's do this!" He prepared mentally for what was about to happen. He knew all too well that Junkiro was strong.
Anna shrugged at the two boys' agreement.
"If you're for it, I'll call it. First one with a knee, torso, or ass to the mat's the loser. Start when you feel like it." Junkiro nodded at Anna's consent.
"Thank you much. Now then... Let's end this!" Junkiro let out a war cry, one much of the crowd gave in echo. The final clash happened now! As Kyami approached, Jun did as well, but kept his steps slow. They met closer to the ropes on his side, each's good arm around each other, trying to throw the other to the mat. Though Junkiro was indeed strong, both he and Kyami were fatigued to no end from the trials the fight had put them through; neither side was getting anywhere in shaking the other. They broke free of their clash with a disgruntled shout before lashing at each other again. What would come of this last pair of moves?
Now or never, he would have to do what he could to get Junkiro on the mat, but how would he accomplish this? He was so tired. He was focused, but tired. He was in pain, his dislocation was irritating, and his good arm was poised and ready to strike like a snake. It had come to this. For Kyami's strike, he moved and shot a quick forceful strike towards Junkiro's shoulder.
Junkiro met Kyami, the ropes close behind him. He knew defense here would get him nowhere; he'd have to strike first, or it was over! Junkiro's strike was a running punt into Kyami's stomach, looking to lift him off his feet. Both attacks met their mark; both boys were sent backwards off their feet.
Anna, seeing the fight was over, glanced between the two fighters. She crossed to one of them, lifting the victor's arm up as he weakly smiled at his fortunate fate. Anna's voice rang out clear as day....
"The winner is...Junkiro Iwazuma!"
Junkiro, elated with his victory, struggled with his one good arm before Anna helped him free himself. Junkiro had been thinking very carefully when he chose his approach; Kyami's attack certainly knocked him off his feet, but Junkiro's position gave him the win, as he ended up sitting on the bottom rope, his left arm gripping the top rope for dear life as he watched Kyami's back hit the floor. Anna slapped Junkiro on the back.
"Wicked fight, kid. Using your dislocated arm as a weapon was fucking brilliant." Jun, ignoring the cheering from the crowd, slowly made his way to Kyami, his whole body protesting the whole way. Using his good arm, he helped the boy to his feet.
"It was a fight I will never forget, Kyami. I believe that we will be bound in a way forever from its closeness and action. On that note....after this tournament, I believe you've deserved an ice cream on me. As friends." Junkiro nodded at his opponent and now companion, a wide smile on his face as he raised Kyami's good arm for the crowd to cheer. Though he may have won the fight, Junkiro felt like both of them had won in a way. He moved on to the finals, and Kyami would have a new friend and a fight to remember.
He knew when he felt his back hit the mat that it was over. It was finally over. Even though he never heard Junkiro hit the mat, he still smiled. This match had lasted quite a while, and although he lost he had gained a friend. He had managed to sit up in a sitting position before Junkiro approached him and helped him to his feet. He was clutching his stomach again. At that moment he knew that Junkiro may have what it took to win the competition. He was happy with his placement. He had so much fun and so many memories and so many bruises. He was ready to rest and relax for a few days, but he knew that there was one final match he may have to take part in. There was no rest for the weary it seemed.
Junkiro was talking and Kyami smiled softly and nodded.
"I'd like that," Kyami replied as his arm was raised. He smiled and nodded softly toward the crowd. It was great until he saw Kyle's face in the crowd. There was a look on his face Kyami had never seen, it looked like jealousy or perhaps he was angry. The look wasn't really directed at him but moreso Junkiro. When Junkiro released his arm he stepped away, distancing himself from Junkiro, and bowed to show respect for Junkiro. Kyami walked over to the ropes and exited the ring covered instantly by nurses checking to make sure there was no permanent damage.
"Good luck in the finals Junkiro."
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Up in the highest part of the bleachers, a pair of people sat quietly, watching the fight with great intent. As Junkiro managed to pull a victory from the jaws of defeat, a smile curled on the male of the pair's lips.
"That's my freedom fighter. Grow stronger and one day our time will come."
