Live By The Fist (Mixed Martial Arts)

Catfight

Sweat flew from the bodies in the ring due to strikes of immense force that made even the spectators cringe to all fuck. Kicks and punches that shattered a lesser opponent's limbs were being shrugged off with adrenaline of sharpened focus unlike any either fighter had ever seen before.

Wham!

Black hair fell loose from its tie, and golden eyes seemed to begin to fade before she shot forward to wrap her arms the lithe form of her opponent; a brunette with wilder hair and famously mismatched eyes. She did so, trapping her opponent in a clinch before the bell rang in the almost inaudible distance. Her cat like ears along with her human ears usually help with decent surround sound but the blood pounding in them drowned out a lot as she was seperated from the clinch and moved over to her corner where her team immediately began the process of returning her to fighting shape. Her eyes drifted off into the crowd to find the mess of blonde hair that she knew was here; lilac eyes watching just as intently as they usually were.

"B-...Blak-...Blake!" Said a familiar voice over the roar of the crowd.

Blake looked at the voice of her father, one of her coaches. "Yeah?" Ghira Belladonna was a former World Champion himself and one of the best trainers she could ask for.

"What happened out there? You knew the feint jab was Catra's ace to win the bout but you seemed distracted. And you were supposed to check the low kick too...are you up to fight still?" Ghira asked with worry.

Blake sighed. She knew why she fucked up on this round. When she looked into the crowd and thought she saw her. Blake remembered stumbling from the sudden but powerful left jab, managing to dodge an uppercut that would have knocked her out for sure but getting caught by two more left jabs. Blake was sure she would fall but her mind only had one thing run through it.

No! Not if she's watching! Steadfast! Plant your feet...

Blake slammed her back foot down to stabilize herself as she moved her arms to guard her face against the powerful left overhead punch that knocked her agains the ropes.

Now, Blake knew she could not let that happen, especially not if she was here.

This fight was her last chance to be considered for contendership to the Weight Division Championship, the Bantamweight Champion. She would not lose. Not when she was this fucking close.

"I can fight dad. I will win this." Blake said as her focus sharpened considerably. She stared at her opponent, Katrina 'Catra' Weaver and noted that she stared right back. Catra's own expression was as focused as it could be and the grace period was over. Both fighters left their corners as Blake formulated a plan as best she could.

Time for some grappling.

The bell rang as the final round began and Blake moved in, crouching as she shot for the legs with surprising speed, getting the arms around the back of Catra's knees. Catra straightened her legs, bracing to try and maneuver into a submission of some sort only for Blake to back off and begin a string of body shots that caught Catra off guard but she tightened her abdominal muscles and moved for a left uppercut that Blake saw and barely dodged before aiming a right hook for the body.

Catra moved to block only for Blake to then fake the hook to instead aim a muay thai roundhouse that slammed into Catra's side, winding her a fair bit. Blake shot back in, getting the takedown on Catra this time as Blake began the ground and pound. Blake unleashed blow after blow, and she knew Catra's arms were weakening significantly. Blake kept up the assault but on a punch from Blake's right arm, Catra's retaliated.

Catra slipped to the right to let Blake's fist hit the floor before  reaching out to grab her wrist. With precision Catra had Blake in a standard Kimura but it wasn't entirely locked in. Meanwhile, it occurred to Blake that the crowd was cheering loudly for her predicament which made sense.