Everyone could see each and every angle from the huge screen and everyone saw how Riri quickly nestled her toes just between Cynthia's clavicle and the anterior part of her shoulder before she straightened her long legs.
Her slender thighs and calves acted as a stopper or a long stick that made Cynthia's punch miss completely as she got pushed back a few inches.
However, Cynthia didn't give up as she grabbed hold of the fabric of Riri's shorts, pulling it in her direction.
All of the fucking hornballs' eyes grew wide in anticipation for a possible pantsing but they got disappointed when Cynthia's arms wrapped around Riri's leg and placed it down between her legs.
Cynthia's aiming for a takedown but Riri had a lot of options.
Riri could either send punches, elbows, knees, or even just push Cynthia's head away but she aimed for something different. I saw her hesitate from seeing Cynthia's blood—from her nose—smearing the side of her leg so she circled away by jumping with her free leg while keeping balance.
It's just that on her last jump, she was about to land a little too forward and was now almost in freefall, but her free leg went even deeper—behind Cynthia's legs and tripped her down, grabbing her right ankle and performing an inverted heel hook.
'Damn~'
It took Riri's legs being grabbed to reversing it with a scissor takedown and now, Cynthia was in fucking trouble.
All Riri had to do was apply pressure on Cynthia's heel and Cynthia would've needed to surrender. If not, it risked tearing her foot's tendons and ligaments and she would have more than trouble walking.
At that point, Riri was already applying pressure on Cynthia's heel but Cynthia was trying her best to get out of it. She was being told multiple times to surrender but Cynthia had an inkling that Riri wouldn't actually injure her foot.
Despite that, her heel being locked and twisted in the opposite way still fucking hurt—and still carried the risk of injury—so she needed to find a solution or I'll throw in the towel for her safety.
'5… 4… 3… 2—'
I was counting in my head the limit I gave her and right when I was about to contact Mr. Cuervo, Cynthia managed to lift her upper body with her arms, rotate by moving her hips clockwise, gain access to her other foot, rotate again, before using her free foot to wedge it between Riri's legs.
Cynthia's thick thighs just as easily spread Riri's legs apart and she managed to rotate even more to get out of her predicament.
There were a few more ways to get out of that lock—rolling for example, but the way Cynthia handled herself was just too fucking beautiful.
The two of them eventually stood up and even Riri was smiling and offered to touch their imaginary gloves.
'Respect.'
They were once again back to square one but only a fraction of the participants understood what just happened. Getting caught in a lock was already dangerous—even more so if you were trying to get away, but in a real fight, you can't just tap out and start from the top.
But to be fair, if Cynthia was facing someone else, the fight would've gone much, much different.
If I was in the same situation and it was life or death, I wouldn't even wait for my opponent to tap out.
I'd just break their foot and finish them off.
Anyway, there were a lot of what-ifs in this conversation but only the result mattered and this time, Cynthia won that exchange. It's just that their fight was far from over and Cynthia was actually on the losing side.
Looking at them closely, Riri just looked out of breath—well, Cynthia as well but she couldn't move as well because her foot was still overstretched and sore.
The two were agile fighters and losing one's main foundation was critical.
It only took a few low and oblique kicks from Riri before Cynthia decided to give up. I thought she would look dejected once the victor was decided but she was actually smiling. It took me a few seconds to look at the next match-up and Tatiana only had to win two more times before she's matched with Riri.
Unless something else happened, Riri would get a real taste of what Tatiana was like in the ring.
But before that, Quinn was once again called to the play area and she was matched with the "female" from the Alvarez Family.
Quinn de Leon VS Precious de Armas
'The fu– Precious?! That— thing— I mean, woman??? PRECIOUS?!'
The two were actually squaring-up like they were posing for the cameras in a pre-match interview, and they couldn't wait for the signal to start. They were already pushing against each other even before the bell rang and once punches were thrown, the person giving the signal just gave up and just rang the bell just to say that he did it.
With that said, the scene had never looked so familiar because like Mikhail and Bob's slapping match, the two were giving each other a free punch, not even bothering to dodge or block what was coming to them, only bracing to take the hit.
'And~ we're back to the contest of strength…'
The more Quinn gets punched in the face, the more her face twisted with a maniacal smile. At one point, she even let Precious punch her a few more times before she suddenly delivered a murderous right hook to her jaw.
Precious took the hit without bracing herself properly and it looked like her neck got twisted and overextended.
Her fake teeth just flew out of her mouth and landed on the ground before her.
Cheers just erupted all throughout the area—though maniacal laughter was in the mix—and Quinn easily took the W.
Well, I actually thought that Quinn killed her with that punch but Precious regained consciousness after Quinn kicked her a few times. She was sturdier than I thought and I guess the truck would be the one to get Isekai'd if they somehow got involved in an accident.
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