Rage Against the Machine (For BlackAkuma)

[TheLoneWanderer]

Fei got her off. Very good, in his ranking. The not-so good part came when Sara gave him a stiff shot to the stomach. That made any taunts stifle in his throat, which shut him up immediately. It imprinted a reminder in his mind. To not be so arrogant that he forgot how to fight and cost himself the match. Fei cowered away, stemming from a bad memory of his debut where he had also ran his mouth. Enjoyed the roughhousing too much. This manifested in a soured expression due in part to the sting of the body blow.

Fei's soles set in the dirt, crawling away from Sara as she rose up. He attempted to circle around again, preying for a weakness she might show but finding only a professional stance like before. A takedown is too predictable, so he axed that from the next exchange for the time being. A throw might be worth the investment. Tiring Sara out would be the way to go before going in for the kill. Her ground work was really simple and clean, which meant he should stay away from it unless she initiated or he saw a clear opportunity. Fei slowly approached in a walker's pace, fists up near his head, to avoid gassing out his tank.

Fei crouched to push his left shoulder into her pelvis and thread his arm through her thighs. He palmed her lower back for support, avoiding her butt out of a little decency. For the other hand, he shifted his right hand up to try and wrap his fingers around her left shoulder. This would allow him the proper grip to lift Sara up and cradle her over his two shoulders. He reversed into the wooden wall, grinding her into it while folding her in the form of a Reverse Torture Rack. From Sara's view and MMA mindset, it might resemble a Crucifix Position to her.

[BlackAkuma]

Sara wouldn’t call herself a mind reader, but she had struck out with intent when she hit Fei’s stomach, and judging by that expression, he took her meaning. She didn’t know what he had come expecting, but if he thought this would be some friendly competition between rivals, then he was about to be painfully disappointed. Sara was always about business, and her business today was violence. Nothing more or less.

He was up and moving now, but he was cautious, slowly circling around her. There was a patience in his movements, as if he was probing her for weak points and trying to find the right angle of attack. Cute, smart, but he was only biding his time. He’d come in, sooner or later, and when he did…

The charge came, low and quick, with him powering his way past her guard and getting his arms around her, one around the waist and one through the legs. This was where his strength came into play, as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, ramming her body against the unforgiving wood. An awkward, painful position, but not one that didn’t give her options.

As usual, she went with the most brutal one she could think of. With his head open, she brought her arm up and sent it crashing down, trying to ram her elbow into his skull. Once. Twice. As many times as she needed to make him let go.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Fei had coerced a reaction. One of dedication, at least. In the air, Fei slammed her back against the wood. This stressed her skin, crushing the back muscles beneath as they absorbed the force. Despite this, Fei had only been folding Sara in half for a precious few seconds. The satisfying crack of her bones concluded with a sharp point digging into Fei's skull. He flinched away from the hit. Once. Twice. Three times. Four!

Sara fell. He was forced to let her go which gave the woman what she wanted. Stunned by the hits that rattled his brain, Fei stumbled backwards to get away from her. That hurt. Fei briefly massaged the bruise at the back of his skull, which allowed Sara some space to get up.

Fei, whether she did or not, aimed to continue the fight standing up. He snapped out his left to drive the tip of his foot into her side. Preferably her liver, but Fei would send it fully regardless of where it hit. A Crescent Moon Kick. One where he twisted on his other heel in order to contribute to the 'snap' of his knee to drive the kick. This one would be harder to grab, since less of his leg would be inserted into her side as well as due to the speed of the blow.

Crescent Moon Kick!

Fei wasn’t done either. Locked in on his target, Fei stomped his left foot down and launched at her stomach. Not for a takedown. Instead, Fei inverted his fist to slip it within the vertical gap between her two-fist guard. Working it head on would only injure. He had sought to blast the underside of her chin using an uppercut but would need to alter his approach if she proved agile enough. This attempt did put him in clinching-range too. Sara was all business, not that he would call foul on it. He only had the responsibility of proving that HIS method of attacks could overcome Sara.

Either way this shook out, Fei would be surely satisfied with a nice soaking to ease his current and future bruises.

[BlackAkuma]

To Fei’s credit, he took getting repeatedly elbowed in the skull far better than she imagined he would. Most people would’ve been done after one good strike to the cranium. Two, maybe. He managed to hold on to four before his legs gave way. Tough or stubborn, she couldn't decide.

Whatever the case, he was going down, which meant she was going down, too. Hardly the most pleasant of landing, either, but more than worth it in the exchange.

Back to standing, then, which suited Sara just fine. She pushed her way up, assumed her stance, and moved in again, only to be greeted by an unwelcome gift - a foot, shooting into her breadbasket. A sharp, precise shot, too, and well-scouted, knocking the breath clean out of her on impact. It wasn’t enough to stop her, but it forced a pause, opening her up for what came next.

Uppercut. Sharp. Quick. It slipped past her guard, and though she managed to turn her head to the side, she still wound up taking more of it on the cheek than she would’ve liked. She took a step back, staggered, but gathered herself half-a-second later and planted her feet. Good to return fire.

A right hook, lashing out. Stiff strong, but she didn’t expect to land the blow. She just wanted him blocking high, while she brought her other arm around and came his way with an uppercut of his own, this one targeting the solar plexus and looking to drive deep.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Living up to her ring name. Terminator. Sara would not stop and he could not win without overwhelming her with superior firepower. Fei protected his face from her returning hook. However, Sara kept her momentum going by rocking his world with an uppercut. He saw it, at least, unable to block but throwing his right foot back to prepare for the hit. It sunk deep into his solar plexus, although Fei forced his body to keep itself in her range by leaving his foot backward as a bracing point. The fist 'THUMP'ed against his chest. He coughed spittle from the shock of the hit but was still in the fight for now. The crowd, by now, roared with excitement from the high-octane cage match. The cheers of admiration strengthened his resolve to see this through to the end. Riled him up with a kind of primordial energy granted by the crowd.

Fei shot his fist out to see if he could scare Sara into protecting her head. Whether she did or not, Fei threw his hand past her face to latch the right hand onto the nape of her neck. He tried to drive his left knee into her ribs to guide her over to the nearby corner. Fei dashed in if he was able to get her that way, staying close range, before attempting to turn Sara into a sandbag. His two fists battered at her stomach, repeating jabs that made many fighters groan in the past. There was not any complexity to it or flair. Sara was faster, so Fei had to cut down on his time taken to compensate. Though, that earlier chest shot had hit some of the creativity right out of him which put him in favor of lashing out with the rudimentary basics. To the point where he was now heaving to try to catch his breath as he continued his attempts at sending those flesh-contorting strikes.

He needed to bring his A-game if he did not want to end up spent and miserable on the floor again...

[BlackAkuma]

The roaring crowd, the stomping of feet, the scent of wet mud hanging in the air, mixing with sweat and even some blood. It was a thick, heady concoction, and it would’ve been easy for any fighter to lose themselves in the miasma. Sara, herself, had found her way into that fog a few times.

In her younger days. Not today. Today, she was focused and precise, driving her fist into one of his most delicate spots with dangerous intent. It didn’t stop him, but it was taking a toll, as he forced his body to work through the pain and lack of oxygen. Shots were coming out, but not his best ones. He was trying to drive her back, but was having a difficult time of it.

She could work with that.

Sara wound up taking a couple of hard shots on the ribs - a knee followed by some stiff jabs - putting her perilously close to the wall. She began to drop, but instead of going down all the way, she reached and attempted to grab hold of hold of his leg and pull it in tight. With that hold, she swung around, lifted him off his feet, and attempted to ram his body into the wooden wall, hurling him with an explosive burst.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Extraordinary arms hugged his leg, moving with that power instead of fighting against it. Fei's brows narrowed as his forehead dripped with sweat. Frantically, he clinched his palms to her shoulders to find some sort of stability but it was dreadfully hard to maintain balance. His world inverted and his back exploded with stings from hitting the harsh, unforgiving wall. An annoyed, pained groan from having the air from his lungs reduced whined from his throat. The impact coerced Fei into taking a precious second to recover, putting up his arms to reduce what damage he would take if she decided to attack instead of remaining clinched.

After several tense seconds in the impasse, Fei conducted a two-move sequence. He turned on his right heel, trying to snap his left leg into the air for a high kick aimed the side of her head. Due to the close distance, his shin would hit her guard or the actual target.

High Kick!

Following that, Fei shot forward, after lowering his leg, to wrap one arm around her right shoulder while the other would be threaded underneath Sara's left armpit. He sent out a reverse sweeping kick with one foot as he was trying to catch one of her ankles to force a trip. An Ashi guruma to get Sara into the dirt by way of leverage.

Forward Throw!

Stuck in side control, Fei tried to recover some of his lost momentum by driving left hammerfists into her face and left shoulder.

Side Control

[BlackAkuma]

Sara might’ve been going down - for the moment. But she was determined to not do so alone. When she drove Fei into the wall, she did so with no small amount of spite, hoping it would drive the wind out of him and take some bite out of his moves. While their match hadn't gone on for too long at this point, it was already proving to be quite intense, in a way she hadn't experienced in a while. Whether that was good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

For now, she was holding on, and she’d hoped that her hard push would’ve kept him cowed, but that turned out to be very much not the case. She flinched as she took a hard kick on her guard, ramming into her arm with enough force to leave it numb, but a low sweep took out her legs.

One moment, she was standing, the next she was on her back while Fei rained down hammering blows on upper body. Not at all where she wanted to be.

Desperate for a break after taking a couple of stiff shot, Sara pressed her feet against the floor, pushed hard, and attempted to roll them over, hoping they could switch positions and give her a chance to take the top mount.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Fei's elbows bashed into the side of Sara's head and arm. Repeatedly. Without much quarter given. The meaty 'thwack' filled him with no small amount of satisfaction. However, Sara was conscious enough to still remain in the game. Fei's weight leaned especially to the right given his poison, as he was compelled to push his chest down on top of her. What Fei was not aware of was her legs moving, compelling his own pair to lift until his brows narrowed. He was flipping!

Fei palmed her stomach as his back sank into the dirt. He was hoping for some form of stability this way. Her sweaty body scrambled to get on top, seating herself on his waist so that he had no guard at all. Without being able to use his legs, Fei's attacks were limited. This caution scared Fei into guarding, placing his arms in front of his face to protect what was most important. His head. He let off an annoyed groan of exasperation. She probably felt his chest heave deeply beneath her. The Silver Bullet was finally starting to tire, save for the harsh, red marks from being scuffed by the dirt or from the American's stiff hits. They were getting deep into the double digits minutes now but the crowd showed no sign of being disappointed.

Submission or Pound?

A back take from Sara would be troublesome. Maybe turtling up? No. She'd try to get back control that way. Lifting? Left his face free for to be hit. Fei pursed his lips in frustration. Faced with this awful position, the platinum-haired man quieted down and tried to curl up beneath her. This would let Sara make a move, since she was not a statue, while Fei tried to keep his head covered to avoid a KO.

No matter the result, Fei was finding this match invigorating. Even with a flustered face from Sara's assertions as well as his exertion, he did not regret taking her up on the match offer. Not one bit. In regards to weaknesses, Fei was restlessly aiming to turn on his sides over and over. From the left to the right and so on. That rolled his hips underneath her waist, which tested Sara's ability to ride the unruly stallion she mounted.

[BlackAkuma]

Pounding. Definitely pounding.

As much as she wanted to get Fei into a submission hold and simply break him, that wasn’t going to be an option right away, as he simply wasn’t giving her the chance. He turtles up, nice and tight, a solid defense that left her with little choice - she needed to break through it. Needed to crush it.

Blows. Hard, fast, relentless, blows, smashing against her guard, left and right. She did her best to work her way around the guard when she could, but he was balled up tight, giving her little space, making it hard for her to find the gaps. Not a problem. She would go at it as long and as hard as she had to.

Of course, that was assuming she could stay on top of him, which was becoming an increasingly troublesome prospect, as he began rocking left and right. If the two were closer in size, this wouldn’t have been a big problem, and she could’ve kept him pinned with ease - but he was bigger, by no small measure, which meant there was only so much she could ever hope to do in this regard. She was going over.

But not without complaint. As she rolled away, Sara sought to give him a parting gift, as she brought her leg up and tried to drive it hard into his stomach, something to hurt him before she made space between them and rose up.