[COMPLETED] In which 10 dojo trainees compete in Asia's biggest martial arts tournament for a $500,000 cash prize...
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ANGST • ACTION • FLUFF 」
- VINTAGE VIDEO GAMES & CHINESE AESTHETIC.
- SET IN CHINA, YEAR 2000. 🉐
「 Consider thi...
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- 48 | THE SEMI FINALS. 💮 omg ty SM for your patience!! only two parts left to go y'all! 😫 PLS leave a vote, comment & enjoy this long update! (it was SO hard to write lol) . . . Q: who do you think will win the tournament/ who do you WANT to win (& why)?
I can barely focus on a word the announcer says; my heart pumping, palms clamming up and eyes solely fixated on my mother for the first time in four years...
"Li Mei vs Akuma!"
"W-what?"
"That's you Mei! You're up first!" Cammy shakes me excitedly while Taehyung holds my shoulder with a serious tone, "Good luck."
"Thanks."
One slow footstep at a time, I speechlessly make my way to the stage where my ears ring from the 20,00 seats screaming over me and my mother's silhouette darkens within the blacked-out crowd. The hot stage lights blazing down on me have my eyes squinting as I slip through the ropes of the ring and stand opposite my opponent.
He's Chinese with a strong tan and wears a sleeveless Karate Gi. Not to mention he's insanely buff for his short height. He looks too muscular to toss over my back or swing around... I'll have to play this smart.
"Give it up for our first fight of the night: San Dojo's Li Mei vs Goutetsu Dojo's Akuma!"
My heartbeat races even faster at the reality-smacking echo of my name, rather than being labeled a random number. I glance at the referee table before gulping down my nerves with closed eyes and getting into position.
A referee doesn't watch you practice, nor do they wait for you to perfect a move two-to-three times. They see you once. One slip up... And I'm out for good.
"Round 1, proceed."
My opponent runs towards me with heavy footsteps that almost cause the stage to tremble. It wouldn't be wise to block the attacks of somebody so strong, making each hard-hitting punch he throws at me go unlanded as I repeatedly evade instead of taking his fists head-on.
The already hyperactive crowd suddenly wails in shock when I manage to hook my arms around Akuma's leg and shove him to the floor wrestler-style.
"Round 1, San Dojo wins."
Akuma gets up with a tense glare and growl. The moment our next round initiates, he charges towards me with heavy punches once again. I follow the same strategy of dodging each one until he dangerously aims a punch at my face, his knuckles halting inches away from my nose when I miraculously block his fist with two hands.
