KOTS - King Of The Streets

Tournament - K.O.T.S.

Second fight

K.O.T.S ONE The tournament that gathers sixteen fighters, but only one can come out with the title of “King of the Streets”. A brutal, bloody and dirty competition.





Guille:
I enter the Arena, lots of people are gathered around the iron construction fences that create the imposing circle that we call cage. You are not logged in. They all roar, with eagerness of witnessing a bloodbath. I am eighteen years old, I should be studying in college, but my life turned upside down few months ago and here I am, from underage sport tournaments, to underground circuits. Willing to prove my worth. I am 5,6 (1.68mts) and 150lb (68 kilos) I may look skinny, but I have muscles. I’m wearing Muay Thai shorts and a black tee. I enter the cage, my opponent is there, he is taller than me, but not so big, he is fit and skinny. You are not logged in. The referee check us both to make sure we have nothing else to fight but our fists. No gloves, only some bandages in wrists. I send a tough look to that skinny tall guy, but I don’t get to look at him into the eye, his hair covers a huge portion of his face. The referee is here only to stop the fight in the end and declare the winner, that’s all he is going to do.

Lukass:
Another tournament I've been fighting in these illegal tournaments for 2 years, my body still has some marks of victories and defeats, this night will be like all the others but the pleasure is that one fight is never the same as another, I'm ready to enjoy this one You are not logged in.

Guille:
I see you shirtless showing off your body, I do the same, I take off my tee, exposing my torso. I begin circling around you, facing you with my arms up in a defensive position, wondering how you get to see with that undergrowth you call hair covering your face. I usually use boxing stance, this time Muay Thai stance feels better. Arms more open, ready not only to defend but to attack with elbows immediately , and more relaxed hands, my front leg ready to either defend or attack. I move forward throwing some jabs waiting for you to defend from them just to surprisingly I grab your arms and open your guard to throw a direct headbutt aiming to your chin.

Lukass:
I thought you were just another skinny guy who watched a fight movie but you have a good body, I easily dodge and block your punches but the headbutt takes me by surprise making my head snaps back flying sweat from my hear. I take two steps back with the impact and launch a front kick at your abs.
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Guille:
I feel the sole of your feet on my six pack bending me over my abs as you extend your longer leg. I grunt but quickly grab it from the ankle, not only as support, but I pull it to clinch it with my arm holding your leg by my side and elbow your thigh, then I release your leg and I try retreat gasping for your kick in my gut.

Lukass:
When you hold my foot and I know I can't bring it back I see your hand coming up to hit my leg, so I flex the knee of the leg that supports me and jump throwing a kick with it in your face, the second you will stay without guard to elbow my leg, knowing that I'm going to fall on my back to the ground anyway.

Guille:
The exact moment I'm about to elbow, you spin your whole body abruptly and your foot crashes with my face, moving my head spinning to one side. You fall on the cement floor, I know it had to hurt. I shake my head and start sending soccer kicks to your legs and hips while you are on the ground. But I still feel my face hurting from your hard kick.

Lukass:
I feel a sharp pain in my back and immediately after the fall I feel your kicks. I wait for the right moment when you touch both feet together on the ground to catch your breath and I turn my body sideways, placing my legs one behind and one in front of your legs which are in between my legs and I turn my hip squeezing your legs firmly to scissors leg take u down making you losing your balance knocking you backwards onto the concrete floor. Then quickly to try to dominate the fight I move toward you to grab one of your arms.

Guille:
I am kicking you, when you suddenly spin and trap me in your legs to force me down, I try cushioning my fall with my arms, but one of my elbows hit the cement floor. I sense you trying to grab my arm, I buck up and spin my body in that direction, I bridge and rolling and while struggling I pummel your exposed gut with hammer and straight punches, trying to release my arm to also use it for punching.

Lukass:
I clench my abdomen and moan in pain, and then I release your arm throwing a quick punch to your face, I take advantage of you to stop punching my abdomen to entwine my legs in one of your arms to put you in an armlock with my legs on top of your neck and chest. I then kick your face so that you are lying down and I can get a firm grip on the armlock.

Guille:
You release me, but just to punch me in the face. My head moves back you take the chance to attempt an arm lock. The moment I feel your intentions I flex my elbow, forcing my arm to the opposite side of your pulling, and before you get to lock my arm I spin my body in the direction to my trapped arm below your knees. I thank you are not so big opponent, my hand escapes your grip and I take the momentum to escape and spin my body between your legs, trapping one of your legs and clinch under my armpit to attempt an ankle lock.

Lukass:
When you do this I kick your hand that holds my heel releasing my leg from your ankle lock, I turn my back to you and pass my other leg over you, facing again with my heel already away from your hand I throw myself on top of you intertwining my arms around your neck and fell to the side holding your neck in a rear naked choke

Guille:
The moment you lie on top of me trying to choke me. I turn my body below you to face you. I hip side just enough, I grab the attempting choking arm and trap it along with your head between my legs in triangle choke grabbing your other arm pressing it against my body. As we fight on the ground, I sens the cold cement floor on my sweaty body, but I don't care at all.

Lukass:
I feel. I intertwine my arms with yours so that you don't hit me in the face, so I let go of your arms and embrace your body throwing my body backwards with me on my knees on the floor and lift your body up. I shout to push and slam your back into the ground along with my weight and yours to do more damage to your back with the fall and try to make your head hit the ground with a whiplash effect
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Guille:
I stick my chin to my chest to prevent my head to whiplash, but my back meets the cconcrete floor and hurt, you on top of me, full weight.

Lukass:
I let go and do a back flip to my feet.

Guille:
I climb on the fence to stand up, grabbing my back, facing you.

Lukass:
I run toward you but I jump toward the railing to get momentum and send a side kick to your head.

Guille:
I see you as a figure but before your foot hits my face I bend backwards instinctively dodging your kick that could end me. As soon as your feet land on the ground, I immediately attack you with a fake left hook to your face only to launch a high right hook spinning my body for more effect as I land on your jaw.

Lukass:
When you dodge my kick knowing you have nowhere else to retreat at the base of your leg, I spin around and land a kick to your face. thus avoiding your fist in my face. You are not logged in.

Guille:
When I try punching your face, the moment one of your feet touches the ground you fast spin to kick me in the face. My heads snaps back flying spit, blood and sweat. I drop to my knees and hands on the floor on all fours stunned.

Lukass:
I grab the back of your neck from behind and throw a knee to your face You are not logged in.

Guille:
Your knee crashes with my face, braking my nose, it start bleeding as I fall on the floor face down.

Lukass:
I send you two soccer kicks on your head hard seeing if you react You are not logged in.

Guille:
I have my arms over my head to protect myself from any of your attacks and I manage to block your kicks curled on the floor. So I spin my whole body and extent my leg to swipe you on the concrete floor and attempt mounting you.

Lukass:
I walk backwards preventing you from sweeping my legs making you unable to mount me. I am going to the fence.

Guille:
You dodge my attempt to slam you to the ground and back away. I feel like you're kidding me, so I get up and walk to the center of the arena and stand in a defensive position waiting for his next move. My nose is bleeding over my swollen face, but I don't want to back down.

Lukass:
I go to you and changing my legs positions to confuse you. So I throw a straight punch in the face You are not logged in.

Guille:
I dive under your punch and throw my shoulder into your abs and then hug you in the legs pushing you with my shoulder to knock you back to the ground with me by falling on top of you placing my right knee on your belly to mount you to begin graund and pound hammer punches to your head.

Lukass:
You manage to take me down but I quickly bend my right knee and launch my right foot extending my leg with more reach throwing you back before you can mount me. With you out of my body I roll up.

Guille:
I get to take you down and when I attempt mounting you, you propel me back with a kick and step back a little, but immediately move front when you roll forward about to stand up I receive your face with the sole of my foot, frontal kicking your nose.

Lukass:
I get the kick to the nose my head snaps back, blood pours from my nose into my abs. I launch a kick to your supporting leg to sweep your leg and knock you to the ground, jumping over you with my elbow in your throat.

Guille:
The bone of your elbow hits my Adam's apple, landing on full force destroying my windpipe in the process causing me to cough up blood from my mouth as I cover my throat with my hands.

Lukass:
Sitting on your crotch, blood drips from my nose into your chest, with you out of breath I start throwing punches at your face as if I want to break it, with my both fists.

Guille:
My already hurt face pouring blood, yours falling on me. I try lifting my arms but still your punches passes my guard and after few of them I black out on the floor.

Lukass:
I pull your hair lifting your chest and slap your face twice to see if you're conscious, and then I throw your head to the ground, and stand up flexing over your body. Some men open the fence and the referee enters to confirm my victory over this loser, then raise my hand.

Guille:
I lie defeated and unconscious, blood spilling from all over my face. You are not logged in.

END

LUKASS MOVES ON TO QUARTER FINALS.

Published: 2023-02-07, viewed 100 times.