Round 1 Fight Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

“Nick, you have no way of knowing that.” “Maybe not. But I went back home determined to learn to fight. Karate felt right to me – the idea of being able to kill a man with a single blow to the throat appealed. So I started training and it turned out, I was good at it. I was also pretty driven. The guys who had killed Shelley would be out of jail in about six years, and I was going to be ready for them.” “What were you going to do?” Nick’s gray eyes were hard. “Beat them almost to death. Maybe even to death, if that felt right at the moment.”

"There are 50 fighters starting the competition. All of the would face of in a Last 15 men standing fight" "The second round of the fight would be, the 15 men divided into 3 groups, they'd face off in a death match, you must be able to render all your opponents useless, if they are lucky to survive" "The last three would face off in a Joust and the winner will be crowned!" Sir Earl explained "Let the fight begin" King Emmett said and someone started beating the drums, signifying that the fight is about to begin, one of the competitors started running away, saying

My head was a mess. Gaming was my usual safe haven. My Zen space. The one place where a little wimp like me could be a powerful martial artist or a world-class athlete at the flick of a button. I sat down in my gaming chair, put on my headset, and loaded up Mortal Kombat 11. Time to kick some ass! I found my favorite lobby where serious gamers hung out and opened a challenge. I chose Liu Kang, the world’s greatest warrior. My opponent chose Skarlet, the blood witch.

The digital sound beeps, and the LED screen draws a cake, “Congratulations, Miss Dora, your opponent is dead. Drink the antidote, and we move to round two.” I freeze, it's as if someone rang a bell close to my ear, “Round two?” I thought I probably heard wrong. “Your next fight is taking place immediately. As you know… You cannot back down from a fight.” “Bullshit!" I scream. "So I’m supposed to fight again? This fight was horrific. I’m barely standing on my feet, I can’t breathe well, I’m wounded, and I’m bleeding… can’t you see? Or are these cameras not working? Are you blind?”

“You scared I’ll knock your ass out this time?” Gasps and chuckles rippled through the room. Then I turned to the coach. “This your top pick?” I asked, nodding at Bernie. “Let me prove I’m better.” The others started chanting, “Let them fight! Let them fight!” “Alright, alright. Quiet down!” the coach barked. “Three rounds. Four minutes each.” He briefed us quickly and signaled the bell. “Touch gloves. Fight.” I went to my corner and started bouncing lightly, circling the ring. My usual intimidation tactic.

Out of the 140 of the lower tier fighters, only 8 were qualified to this round. Their names were; Kim Yu-Jun, Ragged Old Man, Midnight, Kay Lim, Rajesh Kumar, Maple B. Marry, Osman Mehmed, and Matthew Dragunov. They had proven to be the top fighters of the lower ranks and had a fanbase (except for Matthew) of their own. They had earned this opportunity to stand on equal footing as the other 62 fighters.

He'd studied opponents, knew the game. This was going to be interesting. The referee, a neutral wolf hired specifically for these events, went through the rules. Standard three-minute rounds, fight until submission or knockout, transformations allowed, intentional killing results in lifetime ban and criminal charges. "Touch gloves, fight clean," the ref said. Razor and I met in the center. His grip was firm, not aggressive. Professional. "Make it a good show," he said quietly. "That's how you build your name here." Then we backed to our corners, the bell rang.

“Everyone here should hear the rules too.” Kennedy nods, “There will be no weapons. This must be a clean battle. You can only fight in one form. You cannot switch forms midway through the fight. Your opponent must either kill you or force you to yield your defeat. Once the fight is complete, the winner will be announced. If the losing challenger attempts to fight or harm the winner after the fight has been called, the loser will be killed on the spot. Do you accept the terms?” Jasper puffs his chest again. “I do.” “And you Nero. Do you accept these terms?” Kennedy asked. “Then let’s begin.”

After the next round, Margret on, Clara has been taken by the paramedics. The next round the referee came out “ the next person Maya clown, and Angela Merkel” they came forward into the ring, hug each other, and went into position. The referee came out blowing the whistle, the fight began, they circled each other, waiting for one of them to attack first, Angela attack first pushing Maya in her stomach, but Maya shrugged it move lifting her hand to Angela to come over.

“The first round will be in human form. First to draw blood wins.” The crowd murmured, unimpressed. It seemed like drawing blood wasn’t high-stakes enough for them. I could tell Orion was holding back, toying with their expectations. He was too cunning to leave it at that. “The winner of the first round,” he said, “will be given a weapon for the second round, where they must shape shift to fight.” He paused for a while, then continued. “This round will be a fight to the death.” The crowd cheered again, they obviously loved the higher stakes, higher stakes meant greater tension.