Chapitre 10: Second Rule of Fight Club
-Colleen Wing at Unknown Location-
It was around midnight.
A large crowd gathered around a caged ring, its floor covered in blood stains, some still wet and fresh, panting it with a deep crimson, blood-spatter from the ring's previous occupants.
This mattered little to the crowd.
Loud music was blaring as they shouted at the top of their lungs, pushing and shoving against each other in support or opposition of the two individuals who now occupied the caged ring.
They were dressed in contrasting colors, one in white, the other in black, coincidently hinting at their nature as enemies of each other.
At least at that moment in time.
They were both skilled fighters and it was them that all these people came to watch, with bated breath, beaming with excitement, frenzy, and a hint of blood lust.
A dark glee was written all over their faces, exposing their love for this gruesome blood sport. A sport where two fighters were put in the cage to fight until only one stands victorious.
Morbid entertainment in its purest form, like the gladiators of old, only without the killing.
The two fighters danced around each other, exchanging a barrage of strikes, jabs, and kicks. Each one dodges, weaving, blocking, or batting the other attack away trying to score a hit.
Both of them to fast for the crowd to follow, but that didn't stop them from shouting at the top of their lungs, edging the two to tear each other apart.
"wohhooooo! FUUUCK HIM UP, QUEEN!"
"DRAGOON! DRAGOON! DRAGOON!"
"Beat the shit outta THE BITCH WOLF! I got a HUNDRED BUCKS ON YAR ASS!"
"YEESAAAA-"
The onlookers got wild as those two assaulted each other.
They paid no mind to the noise, lost in their lethal dance. Trying to get a better grasp of each other skills and fighting techniques while holding back less and less as the fight went on, viciously prying at each other.
"Akr..." The black-dressed opponent flinched back.
Colleen blocks a well-placed roundhouse kick to her chest with a cross guard, grunting at the strength behind it as she slips back for her own spinning jump kick.
Prompting her opponent to lean back into a back flip and switch into a defensive stance.
Colleen mirrored his actions.
Both her arms were brought close up in a guarded pose; her left foot lightly parted, her left arm partly extended, and her right arm held close to her body with her fists open near her chin.
She had to be careful with this one, her instincts were spot on, this didn't seem like some amateur muscled-up fighter in the ring for a quick cash grab, nor was he an experienced skilled fighter, cocky and overconfident against a female opponent.
This guy was a crouching tiger, a growing one, he adapted to and mirrored her actions, almost like he was mimicking her, learning from every strike.
She went in for a straight left hook, he was slightly taller, so he had the greater reach advantage, only for her quickly reel her head to the right for his slightly faster-left hook.
Again, like he was mimicking her, she became slightly enraged at that thought.
But regardless, he was still a little green against a skilled fighter, she grabbed his arm by the elbow pulling him in, slipping into his guar, harshly twisting it while simultaneously landing a hard hook to his cheek.
'Break his guard, exposed face.' Her thoughts echoed.
He stumbled back slightly stunned and disoriented, blood dripping through his mask from a busted lip, his guard slipping.
She followed through with little hesitation. Grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a vicious head but.
He grunted, and she heard his nose crack but she didn't let up, quit the opposite, she became even more fierce.
"Arggk!" Her opponent choked, reflexively reaching for his throat.
A quick strike to his windpipe, had him choking momentarily. She was consistent, and deadly, with every following strike.
A quick heavy hit at his solar plexus to paralyzes his diaphragm worsening his ability to breathe.
With a few controlled body shots, aimed just below his flowing rib, she went for his liver, hitting hard enough to hopefully get his vagus nerve.
She held nothing back, attacking with extreme skill and precision, ferocious and violent. A striking difference from her fighting style during her sparring with her students.
She didn't have to control herself here, here she was free to be what she was meant to be, what she was raised to be, trained to be, an efficient killer, one whose body was a pernicious and deadly tool.
This is why SHE was here.
Showing the world why she held the title of Queen of the Ring. The people around crying out in a frenzy. Some shook the fence, and others climb up the side, hurling slander, encouragement, and profanities at the fighters or at each other.
This is why THEY were here, the announcer was right, this is the best fight of the night, probably the year.
Her opponent tried to retaliate.
He tried.
She grabbed his hands, pulling him towards her, using his weight to launch herself into a rear triangle chock hold, her legs wrapping around his shoulders, her feet pushing his face, straining his neck,
Violently flipping him onto his back with her straddling on top of him.
"Oof!" the wolf let out a rough sound, a mix between a grunt and a cough, violently landing on his back.
She showed him no mercy and wailed on him with her fist, with him helplessly bringing up his guard, she used to tell herself that she only did this for the money.
She knew that was a lie, maybe at one point it was the truth, but not anymore, she was here for this, a real fight, against opponents that held nothing back. To fight with nothing but one's body and skill, flesh against flesh, skill against skill.
Her opponent parried her fist, grabbed her hood, and kicked her off him in one swift motion.
She rolled to the side and flipped herself up, feeling a rush of cool wind against her face.
"..."
She paused, her opponent held her face mask up teasingly with one hand and whipped some blood off his masked nose with his other hand.
He looked bloodied and had a slight cut above his brow.
He must have grabbed it when he kicked her off, Her eyebrow twitched. She didn't mind, other than the mild annoyance she felt at his actions, this wasn't the first time this happened.
Her opponent let out a chuckle and cracked his neck.
She was about to attack him again but stopped herself.
Something about him changed, it was subtle and unnoticed to the untrained eye. But when you were raised the way she was, You developed a kind of sense of danger.
Something about her opponent right now seemed dangerous, as if a switch was flicked inside his head.
His stance lowered into a hunched posture, his palms almost touching the blooded floor, partially clenched into a paw-like gesture. His eyes reflected the light like an animal, glowing with an ominous golden green hue, unnaturally similar to how a cat's eyes reflect light in the shadows at night.
'I think I know why they call him The Black Wolf.'
Something stirred in the pit of her stomach, a feeling she couldn't quite place.
Blink. That was all it took, a blink of Colleen's eyes before pain shot through her core.
Time slowed for a moment, the noise around her toning down to defining dull ring.
Her heart skipped a beat as her breath caught in her throat.
She didn't even see it coming, one second he was getting low and the next she was hit in the abdomen faster than she could follow, let alone react to, launching her into a tumble across the ring.
It felt like a train rammed into her stomach at full speed.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
She let out a cough of blood and saliva, she wiped some blood off her chin, quickly pushing herself up and switching into the defense.
Something was moving around the ring, she couldn't see it yet.
'Too fast!.' she thought disoriented, and the pain quickly followed.
Her opponent zipped across the ring, zigging and zagging, rattling the fence, and using it to launch himself like a bouncing ball across the ring, from one end to the other.
Getting faster and faster, now a black blur to others.
Something hit her again, left cheek, left thigh, and right calf, she reflexively dodged after she fell to her knees.
Avoiding a hit to the right.
"Huff...huff...huff" She granted and gasped for air, rolling the side to avoid another one of his attacks.
Her heart was hammering in her chest and her breath quickened, she wasn't sure whether it was from the pain or excitement as she came to realize the feeling she had before.
FEAR.
A deep primal fear for one's life, like prey had when facing a superior predator.
Here was another one, a MONSTER wearing the face of a human, like her Sifu(Master), like Madame Gau.
She pushed everything aside, the pain, the noise, and tried to hone her senses to fight him to the best of her ability.
He was still moving in that bazaar style, hunched down like an animal with both hands and feet touching the ground.
She blinked again.
He vanished from her senses once more.
At that moment, despite her skills and all her training, she came to the realization that never stood a chance.
Some opponents were just that, standing in a league of their own, and there was nothing the many could do to match them, a few could try, but that was it, they could only try and maybe reach a level just as close, a few steps on the stairway behind them, only for them to run ahead.
Leaving them in the dust to pick themselves up, to walk in their shadow struggling to catch them as the cycle repeats.
...
"Huff..huff...huff..." the daughter of the dragon stared up at her foe, just as beaten, tired, and bleeding as he was.
Colleen was on her back, breathing hard, a bleeding fist embedded into the side of her head, just an inch from her bleeding cheek, leaving a crack in the floor behind her.
"Huff...Huff...Huff...huff..." She continued to gasped for breath, too numb to feel anything.
"Huff...Huff...Huff...huff..." Her opponent above her is in the same state.
Both of them were tired, sweating, and bleeding, with one beaten laying on her back and the other standing victoriously above his beaten foe.
Their eyes locked on each other, never once looking away.
"I don't think I'll be needing your lessons anymore Sensei Wing" The Black Wolf whispered under his breath, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.
'Peter Parker!'
Colleens's Eyes widened in surprise, but before she could do anything with this newfound knowledge, Peter pushed himself off her with one arm raised high.
A loud siren could be heard not a moment after.
"NOW THAT'S HOW YOU END THE NIGHT FOLKS! LADIES AND GENTS, WE HAVE A WINNER!"
"GIVE IT UP FOR THE BLAAAACK WOOOLFFF! AAAAAAHOOOOOOOOO!" A voice shouted over the crazed spectators.
"wait…"Colleen slowly pushed herself up, trying to call out after Peter but he paid her no mind, walking out toward the way he entered, grabbing something from the man by the gate, his payment most likely, and making his way into the crowd.
By the time she caught up to the gate, he was already lost in the crowd.
'These changes everything.' she thought to herself, lamenting over whether or not she should let her superiors know about this. She would have to pay him a visit if her suspicions were correct, she doubted Peter would be paying her dojo a visit anytime soon, if at all.
...…
-A couple blocks away-
A bus slowed to a stop as the hooded figure made his way into it. This place is a couple of hours from Peter's usual underground fighting arena which was closer to home.
He had to come here for this fight, the cash prize was too much for him to turn down.
He needed the cash anyway, and on the plus side, this was probably the best learning experience he ever had.
'Who knew Sensei Wing had that in her.' he chuckled internally.
It hurt to laugh right now; it would probably be better in the morning. It surprised Peter at first when he pieced it together, but he didn't really care much about her nighttime activities.
He had his suspicions when he first saw her fight for the first time, but she was far too merciless for the Sensei Wing he knew so he just thought that they share the same fighting techniques.
Well, tonight answered his questions; with this, he no longer had to go back to her Dojo for lessons because she no longer had anything to teach him now.
'guess this saves me a few bucks.' he thought to himself as he sat down. The pain made it rather uncomfortable for him to relax in his seat.
He felt for his cash and let out a slow breath when he still felt it in his pocket. It had a bulge, which meant that he got a very good sum of money for this fight.
he couldn't help but let out a satisfied smile.
'I'm freaking rich right now.' he thought in triumphant glee.
Yeah, he was rich and God that little turn hurt, he really needed a herbal ice bath right now.
That or some blood.
His throat had that dry itch again.
....
-A couple blocks down Peters Bus route-
Deep in a laboratory were two men working in focused haste.
Large monitors filled the room in a circle with other advanced equipment sitting on the tables attached to them.
Oddly enough, a glass case filled with blood bags of all things was lined up in a row diagonally to the computer, each with its own unique label.
In the center of the room was what looked like a bed-like machine with large metal straps and all manner of advanced scanning apparatus attached to it, its lenses glowing green with a man attached to it.
He was strapped onto the machine, laid back with his head facing up, and various instruments attached to him.
One of the men was shirtless dressed in military-grade black cargo pants and combat boots.
His hair was slicked back, giving him an aged look. He took deep calming breaths to prepare himself for what was to calm.
The other man however was rushing to and fro, checking on the various instruments and screens, busy with something that only he could understand.
He was dressed in a blue sweater under his white lab coat with brown pants and shoes.
He was a scientist, the best in his field. He pressed multiple buttons here and there, glancing from one monitor to the other in panicked focus.
Satisfied with what he saw on the monitors he quickly walked over and grabbed a large glass container with what seemed to be blood inside.
The label read; 'Mr. Green, Batch: 2085, Strength: 14.56%.
Sweat poured from his brows as the scientist placed it into another machine directly above where the shirtless man was sleeping and pulled a lever.
Multiple lights lit up around the shirtless man, the scanner shooting to life as a green laser scanned across his face, his body twitched into a spasm as his muscles twisted into unnatural positions, and his mass rapidly increased, expanding in a grotesque manner while his skin took a sticking green hue.
A growl was heard soon after, a deep rumbling that didn't sound remotely human, not anymore.
Along with it, the writhing sound of shifting muscle flesh and cracking of bones increased.
The screams and panicked cries of the scientist in blue filled the laboratories soon after, as a hulking abomination stood over him, its back covered in greenish-gray muscle and scale with spikes protruding from its spine.
"If you just... please... I told you... I can fix this..." These were the last words the scientist uttered as he was tossed like a rag-doll into one of the tables, cracking the glass container of the blood he just placed into the machine.
Drops of it dripped on his head, resulting and a bulge forming around the blood.
"Hahaha...yes" A deep dark throaty chuckle filled the room, followed by shouts, screams, and gunfire.
"AAHHH!"
Crunch! Squelch!
"SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"SIR HE'S HERE! I REPEAT HIS AHHHH!
Squash! Thwack! Crash!
-Chapter End-
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