The 50 Tournament Continuation

The 50 Tournament - 5

The crowd stood on there feet and clapped. Jumper looked out over the crowd , he honestly didn't know who was his next matchup. He hadn't noticed this before ; on the back of the wall , was a bracket. A large competitive bracket - he cocked his head sideways as a picture of his smiling face rasied to a part of the bracket reading round 2. As the applause died down a older scribe walked into the tank and gestured to the opened door. She quickly walked through the hallway as he had came leading Jumper to a sort of break room and closed the door behind her. Jumper looked at his surroundings. He was in a simple white walled room with a couple of couches around a flat-screen T.V. replaying Jumper's recent victory , some counters with the pamplets about the contestants , a large baskets with snacks , and a Kurig coffe machine. "I won , now what ?" Jumper said quietly as he sat in a recliner. The scribe woman looked at him with pericing eyes , "You stay here till round 2 contestant." Jumper held his hand up in innocence "Okay scribe , you guys are weird yunno." She turned and left the room , while silence filled the room. Until the T.V. bursted with cheers. Jumper swivled his head to watch. The lady in the blue business suit smiled at the camara , "Welcome back to the 50 tournament. Jumper Valance of Flordia has won the first match of the first round ; his suprising speed and quick thinking resulted in a entertaining match aganst Michael Duncan of Arizona. But with the new rule of two strikes - meaning two loses and your out , esentially implies that Michael Duncan will be back later in the first round !" She grinned "The second match of the first round will be between Olin Baggers of Oregon — " A picture of Olin was shown on left screen , with stats of the speed , agility , strength , and intelligence. "And Esmerelda Attila of Illinois —" Jumper didn't hear the rest of the woman's speech to busy daydreaming about beautiful Esmerlda. His dream was abrubtly broken by the two girls stepping in the tank. Olin waved at the crowd and blew kisses , Esme nodded and got into her gentle fist stance (Jumper felt happy with himself for remembering that from the pamplet.) Olin glared at her and let her hands rest at her side in a casual stance. Jumper raised a eyebrow , and clawed for a nearby pamplet and skimmed through the pages till he found O. Baggers. style - Syestema. He shrugged , not knowing that style. "Guess'll I have to find out." Both girls were clad in glittery tank tops sporting there respective states in bold letter in the front of the shirt , short gym shorts and both of there long hair dyed back in ponytails. "Oling Baggers versus Esmerelda Attlia." GET READY FIGHT ! Jumper inched in more to the T.V. to see the fight.

Olin's P.O.V

I didn't particularly liked this Esmerelda chick. Too bad I can knock her out this round to move on. I pateietly waited for her attack. Binding my time , I patted my back foot on the floor "Your no fun." I pouted and flipped my hair and smiled at the crowd. A majority of the guys gave catcalls. I looked back at Esmerelda. She gave a calm look. I walked in her face. "Hit me." I sneered. She swiftly swung her hand to try and make contact with my head. I grabbed her wrist out of midair and but my knee over her head knocking her down and putting her in a defensless position with my knee on the back of her neck and holding her arm in a helpless position."More like weak fist , hm?" I giggled. I could snap her neck right now. Systema is a death style. I rose her hand higher in the air , she groaned in pain. "Uh-uh-uh..." I quietly told her. I can dislocate her arm and render her useless...

Esmerelda's P.O.V

This girl was no joke. I honestly didn't like her. I whimpered as she cotinued to pull my arm. I couldn't take this kind of pain. I kicked Olin in her back knocking her over , Olin rolled into a handstand and got back on her feet. "Tsk" I said trying to make some kind of comeback. I rused at her aiming for her weak spots. The eyes , neck , lower back , and pelvis. I quickly struck in her neck , I hopped back proud of myself before she had kicked my ankles knocking me to my feet once again. She grabbed me from the floor and grabbed my shoulders and jumped into a handstand. Forcing me to my knees.