CENTRAL CITY ARENA FOR MMA
TRODAIRE
CONRI DOMHNALL
Music filled the stands and countless people screamed with excitement. One of the most anticipated matches had just came up! A rookie, with an Irish temper, and the accent to go with it, had picked a fight that many considered was out of his talent pool. Conri Damhnall was going to fight Central City's very own Sven Jager. Sven was considered a top contender, Conri was only a snot nosed punk with a mouth but Conri had everything to prove and nothing to lose. Sven, on the other hand, had at least twenty pounds on Conri, even though they were in the same weight class. What Sven didn't know, was Conri was used to being out weighed. He was 210 pounds versus Sven's 230 pounds, but where Conri was lean and built, Sven had focused on getting a strong build.
Darkness fell on the ring as Mr Referee walked was lowered down by a suspension line, the lights over head flickered on and focused on him. His head slowly raised, a sparkle of passion and irrefutable exuberance beamed in his eyes as he lifted his microphone to his mouth, his left hand raised. The crowed roared and screamed in excitement, as if they were to watch two warriors fight to death.
"To my right, Sven 'The Norse King' Jager!" Roared Mr. Referee. The crowd roared and jumped, pumping fists as they screamed with excitement as the six feet, six inch tall fighter made his way down to the ring. Music blared as Sven made his way down, his hands were high in the air, his furrowed brow made him look more archaic as he flexed, showing off for the crowd with a few quick jabs.
"To my left, Conri Domhnall!" Mr Referee roared over the microphone. The crowd was not so eager to see this challenger. He was pompous, arrogant and bold, only a small section of the crowd roared, barely audible over the music as Conri made his way down. Sven glared, as if his gaze could harm Conri. Conri retaliated with a bold, cheeky smile to show he wasn't afraid at all.
Sven scoffed as he glared at Conri. Sven growled,
"I'm going to ******** kill you punk." Sven said as he shook hi head and quickly ducked into stance. He wasn't going to be polite, not after Conri called Sven nothing more than a flabby blow hard with more mass than talent. Conri wasn't going to have an easy time if Sven had his way, but Sven didn't know what he was about to get into just yet.
Conri smirked as he made a verbal jab at Sven.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth lad? Cause I blew it in your mother's mouth last night!" Conri had marked Sven as his first real fight, he had watched Sven's carrier from the beginning and Conri knew Sven made horrible mistakes when he was enraged.
The bell rang and Sven charged. Sven and Conri slammed into the chain-link and Conri reacted without hesitation. Conri brought his right knee into Sven's ribs, and Conri added by bringing both elbows into Sven's back and ribs. Sven winced as Conri continued to slam into Sven's back and ribs, the pain was growing as Sven lifted up, tossing Conri away. Conri rolled, slamming into the chain-link again, realizing this might not go as planned. Conri was quick to his feet as Sven charged again, kicking at Conri. Conri took the kick to the chest and felt the air forced from his lungs as Sven turned into another kick. Conri ducked down, and planted a full uppercut into Sven's ribs. Sven winced again as Conri made a second strike into the weakened ribs and as Sven swung, Conri caught the punch and pulled Sven directly into a Triangle knot. Sven struggled, Conri only tightened his lock, his legs folding around Sven's torso. Sven struggled, his vision blurring as blood was slowed to his brain. Sven stood up, Conri's eyes widened as he gripped and locked harder, feeling Sven slipping. Sven stumbled, kneeling as Conri cooed,
"That's right you simpleton, kneel to the king." Conri taunted just as Sven started to tap the mat. Conri relaxed, leaving his hold as he was victorious by submission.
The crowd was silent, the fight had only lasted 10 minutes and the new comer, Conri, was victorious. It took a moment for it to settle in before the fans exploded into cheers over this battle. Conri's name was chanted as Mr Referee took Conri's hand and lifted into the air, announcing him the victor of the match to the surprise of many of the fans.