Fight Long overdue: Huan Lei Brightspring vs Zira Cabalero

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"Four!"

Huan took a deep breath, then another and took a few wobely steps back, leaning against the ropes. Haveing a break just moments ago seemed like a fine idea but now that she did, this entire fight was catching up to her. They were going at sprinters pace in what was closer to a marathon and as conditioned as they both were, this was certainly not ideal, old habits taking the better of them, or at least that was how Huan saw it.

'Five!"

She supposed this was the perfect moment to hype up the crowd, yet all she could muster was tu turn her head back and give a thumbs up to people behind her, every second of stilnes settling deeper within her frame. This was close to being over yet strangely enough, She found herself hoping Zira would get up. This fight was the best time she had between the ropes in a very long time and though it was most definitely not a wise wish, she did wish it to not end just yet. absentmindedly, she licked the blood off her lips that trickled down from the cut from earlier, bearly even registering it as she starred at her foe 'Come on, get up'

"Six!"

[Bare]

"SEVEN!"

The crowd, and apparently Huan waited with baited breath as Zira laid on the mat, seemingly laid out by the powerful signature kick of Huan, in a manner all too similar to the only other fall that had happened but reversed. If anything it spoke to the might and skill of both Zira and Huan. Two masters of fist and feet, going at it full blast, the signs of slowness and drain becoming apparent the longer they went at it.

"EIGHT!"

Just like when two masters of a sword went at it, a winner would be decided sooner rather than later as opening became wider and wider, but that winner would not be decided yet. Not if Zira had anything to say about it. Raising a arm up and smashing a fist into the mat Zira would push herself up slowly, raising another fist up and doing the same, forcing herself up onto her knees. Despite not fully standing yet the ref had stopped their count, not out of recognition of Zira's seeming consciousness, but out of a level of intimidation as the air changed and Zira's head started to raise, her long, silver tresses obscuring her face like a monster in a horror movie.

"Hehe...Hehehe...HAHAHAHA!" It started off as a small, innocent giggle, that only grew louder as Zira tossed her hair back, showing her face which now was streaked with blood doing down across her eye and face as a result of a cut opened on her head by Huan's tide caller kick. Despite it however Zira could only laugh boisterously as she got up to her feet, stumbling for a moment before catching herself and grinning wildly at Huan. [

"FINALLY! Fighting you is everything I thought it would be! Do you have any other moves! More holds! Come on show me cause from here on out I ain't holding back anymore!" Zira called out enthusiastically, and truthfully she'd been going all out from the start, but if claiming otherwise made Huan fight harder than thats all Zira gave a damn about as she retook her fighting stance with a positively beaming smile on her face that only looked pure menacing with the blood running down the woman's face.

[ThatPolishDude]

When the count stopped it was not by Zira standing up, groaning from pain but by laughter and though Huan herself would stay silent her smile grew. Hearing her opponent speak only stoked the flame, she was so ready to knock her back down not out of any sort of spite, but rather just excitement for the fight though at the last part, she would give Zira a knowing look. Neither of them were holding back, to begin with, but the audience seemed to love the speech and she would not deny them.

"You think you can take my best?" She asked cracking her neck and knuckles. "Let's see about that!" She'd say before darting straight at Zira, opening with a cross followed by a left hook aimed at the head after which she'd try to jump, rising her knee to hopefully meet Zira's chin.

[Bare]

Zira was smiling like a mad woman, even as her body screamed in exhaustion and pain it was all drowned out by the sheer fun she was having. Huan was everything she dreamed of in terms of skill and strength and speed, a true equal to herself. All that would make it perfect was for her to finally conquer the woman, just like she was sure she'd have done years ago when they should have clashed the first time.

"You bet you're ass I can!" Zira called out to the woman, getting herself ready as Huan charged, a rarity for the two in this match up, but it worked just fine for Zira, entering a defensive stance Zira would lean back, narrowly avoiding the opening cross from Huan before taking the hook full to the head... and smirking.

At the last second Zira had actually thrown her head forward, meeting Huan's fist halfway, stopping it from reaching its full force, giving Zira the chance to push past it and slip into Huan guard. Just in time too since Huan leap up, leg raised no doubt to land a knee on her. But Zira was already in motion, arm pulled back as she slid to the side to dodge the knee... Before throwing her arm forward, with all the strength she could muster to deliver a left uppercut right into Huan's stomach!

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Just one hit, with that head-on approach it was good enough, hoping for more would be greedy. Zira for contrast, did not try to combo, using the moment of Huan launching herself up to line up the punch Huan straight in the gut. Receiving the hit, Huan hissed and groan as she tensed her stomach to better shield herself from the blow. They were close now, and she knew how to fight up close.

Immediately after landing she would take some of the force of the blow she received and move with it, turning to deliver a spinning back elbow. Instead of resetting to her stance then, her other head would also strike, aiming to deck Zira with the inside of her forearm to the side of her head as her palm would wrap at the back of her skull. Her other hand would briefly move as if she was going for another elbow but just then she would throw her head forward to slam her forehead into the other woman's nose.

[Bare]

Huan and Zira were fully in the moment, the crowd all but melting away for them both as they simply focused on eachother and the fight ahead, knowing it would be drawing to a close sooner rather than later. Huan had went for a rapid series of combo strikes at Zira, only two of which technically hitting her, though the latter was with reduced damage, all to lead into Zira opting to go for a single, super powerful strike aimed at Huan's gut.

But the woman was tough and braced herself just in time. 'I need to break that iron wall and drive the air from her.' Zira thought to herself as Huan looked to take advantage of how close the two were to each other and came charging in with another continuous flow of attacks. Barely ducking under the back elbow, but this left her open to the follow up forearm that bashed into Zira's cheek before the woman's hands locked around her neck restraining Zira in place as Huan then swung her head forward for a brutal head but into Zira's nose!

"NGHHH!" Zira yelled out, nose bending upon impact as a new trail of blood started stream down her face... But a smile would soon come across her face as, before Huan could break away Zira's hands wold reach up, looking to clash around the back of Huan's head while they were were still connected! "GOT YOU!" Zira roared victoriously before swinging her leg up, driving her knee into Huan's gut! Then switching legs to do the same with her other! Then again. and again. Zira looking to use the makeshift clinch to unleash a bombardment of rapid fire muay thai style knees into Huan's stomach!

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Taking one shot to the gut at this point in the fight was already hard, getting it repeatedly battered with knees right after was nightmarish. The assault almost made Huan double over in the clinch as she leaned against Zira, her abdomen on the edge of failing. But then she scoffed, a smirk passing over her face. "No, you don't!" She said, bending her body to the side and making another knee fly wide off target. Being closer she would grip tightly onto Zira's neck, the other hand hooking under the knee that just missed her before lifting up and with a roar, sending Zira, back first onto her knee with a back breaker.

Huan's entire body wanted to scream, every muscle fibre pushed to the edge as she forced it to comply just a little longer as she stood up, let go of one massive lungful of air before swinging her leg at the other woman's side with a soccer kick. Though she breathed heavily and to an untrained eye she would look nothing but tired, in fact, Huan was smiling. This might just be the most perfect night of her life, win or lose, this was everything she ever wanted.

[Bare]

Zira smirked savagely as she managed to catch Huan and unleash a barrage of knees into the woman's gut, directly assaulting her air supply in the process. Unfortunately Huan was too good to be done in by such a move. As she sent another knee up she hit nothing, making Zira curse as she felt the leg caught before getting lifted up and brought down on Huan's knee with a back breaker! "GUAH!" Yelling in pain as her back exploded in pain it wouldn't be helped as a second kick smashed into her side sending Zira rolling.

"Ngh.. ugh... Ha.. ha... not bad." Zira groaned out as she took advantage of the rolling to get her feet under her and push herself to her feet, a feat she'd achieve though she stumbled as she got up. Despite it all though Zira was smiling ecstatically in joy as she looked across at Huan with a gleeful look, absolutely satisfied with this fight.. which is why it was too bad it had to end.

"All to hell with it.." She said under her breath as she charged forward at Huan, using the last of the energy she had to put everything into her legs, throwing one up as she neared Huan, intending on swinging her leg up as she neared, intent on going for mirked out once again to try and ko Huan for good this time while hoping the lack of air would make dodging too difficult to achieve!

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Huan's lungs burned with every breath, muscles aching, at the verge of cramping with every move but she still stood, smiled and though it did not sound too joyous through the laboured breathing, she was laughing. This was perfect, it was a shame that it would have to end soon. It seemed though that she was not the only one to think that though as Zira decided to throw caution to the wind and charge.

Without a second thought, Huan turned her hips and threw another Tidecaller just as Zira got in rage but it seemed they were thinking in tandem at this moment as she saw the other woman's strike sailing through the air towards her head. Cursing in her mind, she tried to bend out of the way of the strike without compromising her own attack but the latter took priority as with a resounding thud, her vision went dark and she collapsed in an ungraceful heap onto the mat, in the last thought hoping Zira did the same.

[Bare]

Every muscle fiber felt close to snapping, the electrons in her system close to fizzling out, the blood pumping through Zira's veins threatening to burst at any moment, the woman's whole body feeling like it was about to collapse at any moment... Yet despite that Zira was smiling wide, even as she launched a last ditch attack at her opponent that was meant in kind with a last ditch attack in kind...

BAM!

Even as Huan's foot connected with the side of Zira's face that smile persisted... Because Zira knew her kick connected with Huan's own face as well. A picture perfect cross counter if there ever was one and sure enough, that smile remained even as Zira's eyes closed and she fell down to the mat, motionless along with her rival, the ref looking between the two women in shock before doing the only thing she could... count.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"