Ranums

MATCH

“Everyone, welcome our new challengers! Mark kelly!” The commentator exclaimed cheerfully welcoming Ranum inside the ring. “He will fight one of our best fighters! Green Oliver!” The commentator again exclaimed cheerfully until his voice was hoarse.

All the spectators applauded, cheering. Ranum and Green approached each other, the referee explained the rules of the match. “The first rule, this fight has no rules. Second rule, look back at the first rule. Third rule, see second rule. And the fourth rule as well as the last, do not lose.” The referee spoke with a sharp look.

Feeling familiar with the rules, Ranum and Green nodded immediately in retreat, preparing to start the match. The bell rang, the referee lowered his hand, the game began.

Ranum moves to the right and to the left slowly. Green very nimblely jumped to the forehead and to the left, occasionally he bullied Ranum by advancing one step, then retreating back. Ranum studied Green's movements, when he saw a slight gap, Ranum immediately slapped a straight punch right in Green's face. Green immediately fell on the floor of the ensolite-lined ring.congratulated cheers of the audience silence for a moment to make the place quiet.

The referee checks Green, the referee's hand quickly holds Green's pulse. Referee immediately gives the TKO (Technical KnockOut) sign.

“Gosh! What we just saw. One blow killed one of our best fighters! Mark Kelly won this match with one punch!” The commentator exclaimed merrily, breaking down in silence. The cheers of the audience came back boisterous. The referee raised Ranum's hand, signaling Ranum won the match.

Melvin immediately went into the ring. “Jeez Mark, you are so great! With one hit Jab can beat one man!” Melvin exclaimed cheerfully.

Ranum. “I didn't mean to kill that guy. Looks like I have to reduce my energy in the next game.”

“Do not! Just do it like before. That's very impressive!” Melvin exclaimed in amazement.

Ranum just kept quiet, he would still reduce the force of his punch.

“Everyone's presence, welcome our second challenger Lewis Hamblin!” The commentator who was holding the microphone, leaped for joy at the place where he stood. Lewis Hamblin walked into the ring, staring at Ranum savagely, grinning.

“Lewis Hamblin with a record of 31x wins, 2x losses and 4x draws. Going up against our new challenger who has a deadly blow with a record of 1x wins never lost and a draw, Mark Kelly!” The commentator exclaimed cheerfully, laughing.

Ranum and Lewis approached each other, the referee again explained the rules of the match. Ranum and lewis nodded immediately in retreat, preparing to put up a horse of – horses. The bells of the match again rang, the second fight began.

Ranum did a small swinging motion in his hand, this time he focused on moving slowly to the left making Lewis follow the direction of Ranum's movements, they slowly turned. Lewis kept grinning at the ferocious Ranum, like a tiger looking at a deer. Lewis' left leg immediately became a pedestal, his right leg quickly swinging towards Ranum's cheek. Ranum was surprised by the quick kick, he did not manage to avoid the kick. “Not bad.” Ranum smiled.

“What – this fuck! A kick that hard doesn't make Mark fall! That kick only made Mark tremble on the spot! What a strong body resistance! What kind of monster is in the ring!” The commentator exclaimed in amazement.

Uncompleted the commentator finished his sentence, Ranum again floated a straight fist with his left hand, but the fist stopped within 1cm of Lewis's face. Very quickly Ranum's knee hit Lewis' stomach making Lewis lowered his head, not until one second Ranum's right hand had floated very strongly releasing the uppercut fist. Lewis' body was thrown into the iron fence surrounding the ring. “Gosh! Do you see, do you all see! Mark doing the cross technique with an additional kick using the knee is terrible! The speed is unmatched!” The commentator exclaimed in excitement.

Melvin went back into the ring, giving Ranum some mineral water. “Indeed I was not wrong to have asked for your help!” Melvin exclaimed in amazement, his nimble hands sweeping Ranum's sweat with a towel.

Ranum was silent, his gaze straight ahead.

Five minutes later, the third match began. This time Ranum's opponent is Bailey F. Jackmann. “Wow did you guys see that! Jackman hit Mark on the right cheek! But again – again, such a blow could not topple a Mark Kelly.” The commentator exclaimed with a laugh. “See – see! Jackman attacked Mark blindly! That was so horrible! It seems Jackman is excited tonight! Will Mark lose this time?” The commentator exclaimed, the atmosphere became tense.

Ranum got a – tubi punch from Jackman, some attacks can be resisted Ranum, the rest managed to hit Ranum. Ranum saw Jackman's two hands focused on launching an attack, no defense at all. Ranum immediately brushed Jackman's left fist towards his right, leaving his left wide open. Ranum immediately released the hook fist to the left of Jackman's face, making Jackman move slightly to the right, his horse – not strong. Ranum immediately kicked Jackman's back knee, his knee touching the floor of the ring. “Mark turned things around! Look at! He made Jackman kneel!” The commentator exclaimed takjut. “Oh shit Mark slammed his knee into Jackman's face! Look Jackman thrown!” The commentator continued to exclaim.

The referee held back Ranum's movements who wanted to chase Jackman. The audience fell silent again, including the commentator who froze in place. The referee immediately checked Jackman, then gave a TKO sign. “Mark again won the match by making his enemy die!” The commentator again exclaimed, breaking down in silence. The cheers of the audience again made the place boisterous. “Will Mark beat Darcy Foster's record by playing five games a night? Or will Mark give up this time? Let's see in eight minutes!” The commentator again exclaimed.

“We go into the fourth game! Mark Kelly's next challenger is Isaiah Dry! With a record of 32x wins, 7x losses and 9x draws! Will Mark lose this time? Or will he still win like before the previous – and break Darcy Foster's record? Let's watch!” The commentator again exclaimed.

Ranum and Dry were already inside the ring, bells ringing. The fourth match began.

Ranum was surprised to see Dry moving agilely with the ginga technique, Dry using the Capoeira martial technique. Dry quickly launched an attack with the Au technique, his body swinging, turning 180 degrees. His legs on top, attacking Ranum, hands as a pedestal to hold his body to stay firm. One kick has been overlaid by Dry, but he did not stop there, Dry twisted his body many – times with his legs that continue to blow, Ranum managed to be hit backwards, slammed into the end of the ring. Dry immediately turned his body, running towards Ranum. When Dry felt the distance was right, he immediately turned his body 360 degrees looking at Ranum very hard with Au Chibata technique. Dry immediately back off again, steady the horse – horse with ginga technique.

Ranum slowly got up, wiping the blood on the tip of his lips, smilingly looking at Dry. Ranum performs ginga technique. “Let's do.” Ranum grinned, he will fight using the Capoeira martial technique as well. Ranum immediately launched an attack with Au Zinho's mixed technique, Ranum's nimble legs release kicks many times – times towards Dry using the technique. Dry slammed two meters back. Ranum immediately turned his body, propping up his body using one hand, releasing a deadly kick towards Dry using his heel.

The referee immediately checked Dry, again giving the TKO mark. Ranum won the fourth match. “What do you see! Mark can also use the Capoeira martial technique! So amazing! Who exactly is this guy! Who!” Commentators exclaimed – exclaims in amazement, spectators applauded in amazement at Ranum's match.

Melvin re-entered the ring, compressing the bruise on Ranum's body and face using an ice bag. “You can also capoeira Mark?” Melvin asked in amazement.

“Slight.” Ranum answered briefly, his hands busy wiping the sweat.

“Have you reached your limit Mark?” Melvin asked.

Ranum. “I'm getting to love this place.” Ranum smiled, his gaze still straight ahead, focused.

“Alright then buddy!” Melvin exclaimed happily, his hands busy holding the ice bag.