While Endou was busy setting up her filming equipments, the athletes did their preferred warm-up routines. Kyoya performed a series of stretches so effortlessly that black belts would admire. His lean body was able to bend and twist close to the degree of ballet dancers. Kirishima was almost shocked to witness such flexibility. This could only be achieved if one is determined to train everyday without fail from a very young age.

“Nee, do you need to stretch that much?” Kirishima asked.

“My sprained ankle stopped me from training for too long. Now I need to regain my flexibility first. This feels horrible, since normally I could do this without any pain or hindrance.” [like a balerina]

“You are doing it without any hindrance, baka…” She mumbled.

Turning to Takumi, she eyed him up and down, stroking her chin. She said, abruptly:

“Nishimura-kun, please take off your shirt.”

“Eh? Why?”

“Fanservice! I`m the main attraction of course, but the ladies need some too deshou ka?”

“Me?”

“Yea! Are you not confident about your body? I think you look quite neat.”

“I`m too tall compared to others.”

“That`s not a dra wback at all! Now be obedient and take off your shirt.”

So he did, and they got on the ring. The girls stayed silent fearing they might upset him if the teasing went any further. But his torso was indeed impressive. Although Takumi is big, his core did not look bulky, instead at just the right proportions. The six-pack was sharply divided, with the V-line a bit dim but still existent. Standing 1.83 meters tall, he would have no problems playing as a western character in Hollywood movies.

Helping Kirishima putting on her shin guards, Endou gazed over the other two doing the same thing:

“Rules are similar to UFC rules. This is just a showcase match, so do try to not kill eachother.”

Takumi didn`t think Kirishima heard it.They set the camera rolling, did their introduction, and got inside the ring.

“Take your stance.” Endou did the voiceover in an overly epic voice.

Kirishima used the front stance with a high guard. Takumi didn`t do anything.

“Hajime!”[Kengan reference.]

*Boom*

The thunderous stomp propelled him forward like a ballista bolt. As soon as his right shoulder hit her waist, Takumi circled his arms around. Kirishima quickly shifted her balance to the front, simultaneously dropping her legs backwards, sprawling to the ground. His grip was broken and Takumi put himself underneath Kirishima. He had to use his arms to prevent his face from slamming on the floor.

“Ah crap.” He grunted.

Immediately, Kirishima skid 90 degrees, looped both arms over his head, squeezing him down while both were still on the ground. The Muay clinch tightened, pressuring his neck. She chambered her power leg, ready to knee the side of his face.

Takumi`s leg did the same, and the gargantuan force from three limbs lifted him and the girl off the ground. She held on to the clinch tightly. Then, Kirishima cocked her left leg to the side, and struck Takumi with a knee when he stood up straight.

His toned abs ached as the same leg kneed him again in the same spot, with less power. The knee from her power leg surged, however, Takumi was able to see it coming. He grabbed her right thigh before she could retract, and tried to throw her on the ground.

Kirishima hooked that leg onto his, pulling Takumi down with her. She ended up on top of him, but Takumi used his weight advantage to roll over and took the better position. Fast as lightning, she locked her arms on his neck, pulling him into her breasts. Breathing slightly faster, she talked to him:

“You want to do me on the ground eh? How do you like this?”

She heard the annoyed Takumi groaning under her chin, and they paused. Both were hot, sweaty, breathing fast, and extremely close to eachother. In between her chest, Takumi suddenly roared, erecting all of his limbs into a crawling position. With Kirishima dangling on his body, Takumi`s muscles went into overdrive, powering their way up straight.