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Most fighters would pass on such an opportunity, as the risks far outweighed the benefits. But Alex wanted to step back in the cage as soon as possible, and rack up another win. He was quite confident that he would win, even if he only had a weeklong training camp. And thus, Alex accepted the offer, and spent the next week doing nothing but training and cutting weight.

By the time the fight arrived, the man had just barely made it to light-heavyweight. And looked more like a ghost than he did a man. But this quickly changed as he rehydrated over the next twenty-four hours. And when the music began to play, he looked like the same savage he always was.

Alex walked out to a particularly bold tune, which was taken from a popular video game. Its title was “the only thing they fear is you” and as he walked out to the cage, he was pounding on his chest, and biting his fanged mouth guard, while working himself up into a state of primal rage.

Like the last time he had fought, Alex noticed all of his women sitting in the front row cheering for him. Their numbers had grown, and this was noted by commentators who made a remark about why so many women were cheering for this foreigner.

“You know I’ll tell you, I have never seen so many beautiful women gathered at an MMA event just to cheer for one guy. I wonder if he’s romantically involved with them all?”

The other commentator scoffed when he heard this, before reprimanding his colleague for his remarks.

“I’d sooner eat my hat than believe that twelve gorgeous women were all banging the same guy! Just focus on the fight, will you?”

As for Alex, he did not notice that there was another girl in the crowd. She was alone this time, unlike the previous fight, and was eying Alex with a complicated gaze. This was of course none of than Nari. Whether she was here to witness his defeat, or cheer him on, nobody knew but herself.

But Alex did not even see her as he walked to the Cage, whereupon entering he began to roll his wrists with a menacing glare like he had done before. It was a pre-fight move which had been inspired by a fighter who had once fought in Japan nearly twenty years prior to Alex’s debut. And was in all honesty one of Alex’s all-time favorite fighters.

After Alex entered, he glared at his opponent, who was the first to step foot in the cage. His opponent was evidently a former kickboxing world champion from Romania, who had recently transitioned to MMA, as was expressed by the commentator.

“In the red corner, fighting out of London England by way of Bucharest with a professional record of five wins and one loss we have Alonzo “Cobra” Fineski, former four time ISKA kickboxing champion, and the number three contender of the TFC!”

Alonzo was a man nearly as tall as Alex was, though he was bald, with a short black beard, a weak chin, and beady eyes. He also had a cobra tattooed on his chest. Yet despite the man’s alleged status as a “kickboxing world champion,” Alex felt no fear, and instead glared at the man as if he were nothing more than prey that was about to be devoured.

The announcer then mentioned Alex’s name, and record, much to the cheers of the crowd, many of which remembered him from his spectacular performance in his debut, which was only a month or two ago.

“And in the blue corner, fighting out of Seoul, South Korea, with a record of one win, and zero losses, we have Alex “Berserker” Smith!”

Alex then pounded his chest with his fist, and punched his own jaw three times in a savage demonstration, which would intimidate a lesser man. He then met up with his opponent in the center of the cage, where the referee went over the basic rules before he touched gloves with “Cobra” and went back to his corner.

Once the bell had rung, Alex sprung to action, rushing towards the center of the ring with a flying knee. Though “Cobra” swiftly dodged the telegraphed attack, he was nearly backed up against the cage as Alex threw a clean combination of a jab, cross, shovel hook to the liver, and a leg kick. Of which only the cross and leg kick landed.

“Cobra” was surprised by the raw aggression Alex had as he continued to throw strike after strike with little regard to his own safety, truly living up to his nickname as a berserker. The former kickboxing champion had no choice but to circle around Alex and throw counter strikes towards the man. His leg kicks were easily checked by Alex, and his punches were adeptly parried or dodged.

However, as Alex began to connect more and more shots to his opponent, whether it be punches, kicks, or knees. The man managed to land a powerful right hook on Alex’s jaw. A shot that would normally knock down most opponents, if not shut out their lights entirely, was simply shrugged off by the rampaging madman, who mocked the former kickboxing champion, by punching himself in the jaw where the shot had landed, and lowering his hands with a bestial roar. One which even the crowd managed to hear despite the various sounds that echoed throughout the arena.

The man tried to kick Alex in the body with a roundhouse, but Alex caught his kick, before sweeping him to the ground with ease, as if he were fighting in Bangkok. Yet to the surprise of the crowd Alex did not even bother attempting to hit the man when he was down, instead he turned his back on his opponent, and took a few steps back before motioning towards “Cobra” with his hands to get up and fight him like a man.

By now, there was a look of fear in his opponent’s eyes. After all, he had hit Alex with his best shot, and the man was entirely unphased by it. Almost as if he were made out of iron. Once he climbed his way back to his feet, Alex threw another flying knee, landing it in the man’s gut, where he began to elbow his opponent while mixing in a few punches.

The former kickboxing champion covered up from the onslaught, but was slowly sinking towards the ground with each strike that landed. Only to be saved by the bell. Once the round was over, Alex returned to his corner, where he stood, as if he were entirely unphased by the continuous onslaught he had unleashed upon his opponent for nearly an entire round.

Meanwhile, the former kickboxing champion was sitting on his stool in utter disbelief. His legs were already welted from Alex’s leg kicks, and from his own kicks that were perfectly checked by his opponent. There was also a gash over his right eye, and bruising on his ribs. The man spat out his mouth guard and voiced his dismay at his corner with a quasi-British accent, not realizing how it was possible for one man to be so savage.

“Who the fuck is this kid? And why have I never heard of him before?”

After all, he had close to sixty kickboxing fights, or ninety, depending on who you believed. But in his entire career, he had only ever fought tin cans. Men with losing records, or men who had only a handful of professional fights to begin with. Hell, his last kickboxing fight was against a guy making his debut, and even then, he nearly got knocked out in the first round.

But he had never fought a guy who could continuously rampage across the cage, and shrug off hits like Alex had. As for Alex, he was grinning in his corner, listening to their advice. They were cautioning the man on his pure aggression, not believing he could keep it up for a whole three rounds.

“You’re doing great out there, kid! But not every strike needs to be thrown with the intent of killing the poor bastard! You can’t keep this up for two more rounds! Relax, breathe, and control the fight the way you want to. This guy is a nobody, former four time kickboxing world champion my ass. He’s never fought anyone great, not like you, kid!”

However, Alex simply grinned and shook his head, defying his corner’s advice as he put his mouth guard back in and punched himself a few more times, while jumping around as if to get himself pumped up. He then said the words that his corner would never forget.

“I don’t need two more rounds. I’m going to finish this in thirty seconds!”

After saying this, the break was over, and his corner began cursing him for being reckless. But Alex didn’t care. He once more claimed the center almost immediately where he threw a few fierce roundhouses with his left leg, which connected onto his opponent’s ribs. Causing him to wince in pain.

Yet the former kickboxing champion did not go down, and instead began to throw a combination in retaliation, which Alex numbly dodged with his agile head movement before throwing a big over hand left, which collided with his opponent’s weak chin, dropping him to the ground completely unconscious.

It was as if a hydrogen bomb had gone off, as the crowd jumped up and shouted in pure excitement. Yet Alex did not end the fight there, instead he immediately jumped on top of his unconscious opponent and landed a solid left hook right on the man’s chin for the second time, and was about to throw a third when the referee interfered and pulled him off.

Alex then ran around the cage like a madman, before scaling on top of it where he beat his chest, and bared his fangs while roaring like an enraged animal to the crowd, who ate up his savage act as if it were the most addicting crack cocaine they had ever smoked.

Soon enough, his opponent recovered with a bewildered look on his face, not knowing where the hell he was or how he had gotten knocked the fuck out. And before long, the two of them were brought to the center of the cage, where Alex’s hand was raised and proclaimed the winner.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this competition has come to an end, after our referee has called a stop to this contest. With our winner by knockout Alex “Berserker” Smith!”

Alex raised his hand into the air, with his finger held up in a number one gesture, before hugging his opponent in a display of proper sportsmanship. The man, however, seemed to be rather displeased with Alex’s overwhelming victory, and did not even return the gesture or say anything to Alex as he stormed out of the cage.

Meanwhile, the ring girl that Alex had kissed after his previous fight stepped forward and hugged him while she inserted a slip of paper which contained her number into the palm of his hand without the crowd being any the wiser. She then whispered something in Alex’s ears that only he could hear.

“Call me later stud….”

Alex simply smirked and groped the woman’s tits on camera before responding to her comment with one of his own.

“You can bet on it….”

After this display, the interviewer stepped forward, laughing at Alex’s repeated shamelessness, before questioning him on his aspirations.

“Alex, your record is currently two and o, having proven yourself against a world class grappler in your professional debut, and now against a four time world kickboxing champion. Do you plan to fight for the title next? Or do you have some other goals?”

Alex wore a charming smile as he spoke into the microphone with an arrogant tone in his voice.

“Nah, the title of a regional promotion like this means nothing to me. I plan to knock one more sorry son of a bitch out, and then demand a UFC contract! I mean, how many more people do I need to send to the hospital before Dan Weiss gives me my shot?”

This remark caused the crowd to roar in excitement. And the interviewer to chuckle… He then patted Alex on the back, before saying his final thoughts on the matter.

“Well, I wish you good luck with that… And I hope to see you in the UFC soon!”

Alex nodded his head, and then walked out of the octagon, where he was greeted by the twelve women who had shown up to cheer for his fight. After two highlight reel finishes, Alex wasn’t wrong. So long as he finished his next fight in equal, if not superior, fashion as his two previous performances, then he was bound to catch the attention of the President of the Ultimate Fighting Challenge. Which in this world was the largest mixed martial arts promotion in the world.