Alakazam

Alakazam sat in the empty locker room, he could hear the cheering and excitement ringing through the crowd, he knew the entire gang was in the crowd and waiting for him. His last match was now, and he would have to fight the man that beat his mom all those years ago. He felt nervous at first, but all he felt now was curiosity, he cracked his knuckles and made his way out the bright lights everywhere, the massive fighting ring ahead.

As he saw the referee in the middle waiting, he looked up to see Anansi and Bolt were seated in the crowd. He noticed a lot of nobility and other important people in the higher seats. As he noticed one man who looked the most bizarre of them all, he had long gray locs and a blindfold on, Alakazam was clueless why a blind person was here but shrugged.

He made it inside the ring and watched as his opponent made a slow tread towards the ring. The entire stadium went silent as he walked forward, everyone had eyes on him eager with anticipation. He looked a little older than Alakazam remembered, his hair was longer and he had a big scar on his chest and a very nonchalant expression. He made it into the ring and was slightly taller and a lot more muscular.

He looked Ogun in the eye’s and the two touched knuckles and the bell rang, Ogun immediately summoned his psychic armor and hardened it.

“Show me what you got kid,” he said with a grin as he stanced up.

Alakazam took a deep breath as he focused as he concentrated aether around his fists, forming shining black gauntlets with a magenta tint.

“Deathgrip,” he said and rushed forward.

He winded up for a right hook Ogun didn't dodge, Alakazam landed a direct hit to the man’s cheek, his armor didn't even crack but a smile formed on Ogun’s face. Alakazam ducked a fast left counter. Feeling wind coming off from the blow, as he went in with rapid jabs to Ogun’s body. He felt cracks forming in the man's sturdy armor, but Ogun countered with a right hook to Alakazams jaw.

Sending Alakazam back a few inches, Alakazam felt his cheek was on fire. The consequence of his new technique, he had to strip his armor, and concentrating just on these two gauntlets was getting harder and harder, as the gauntlets started slowly dematerializing. Before Alakazam could even readjust, Ogun came dashing towards Alakazam. He rammed several hits into Alakazams body and face.

Alakazam got hit with a flurry of blows and felt his body ache and everything started to slow down. The loud noise from the crowd became silent and the bright lights above started to become dim. Ogun went for a finishing blow but the bell rang, Alakazam snapped back to reality, he crawled back to his corner and Zade made sure to start cleaning his face of blood.

She was oddly silent, not hammering him with any lectures and had a weird expression of concern.

“You being this silent is only making me more nervous!” Alakazam said, wincing in pain.

“I have nothing to say, but be careful kid. He is the champion for a reason and if you have another round like the last one. I will not hesitate to throw in the towel.”

Alakazam sighed and cracked his knuckles, but she was right. He was getting his ass handed to him and his technique was taking a lot of energy to maintain, and his hits were still hollow. The bell rang again, and Alakazam went back to the ring. Ogun looked calm and summoned his armor back effortlessly, Alakazam took a deep breath. Focusing on his emotions and wrapping aether around his fists.

He focused more and more aether into them and shaped spikes around his knuckles, Ogun smiled and screamed out,

“I know who you are, you're her son, right?” He said with a wicked grin.

Alakazam didn't answer and went in quick, with two body shots and winded back for two more. Ogun dodged a few but one landed and cracked his chest piece. Ogun’s eyes opened in surprise as he clenched his fists.

“Finally a challenge, a fight worth dying for,” he said with a strong amount of intensity.

Alakazam smiled as he ducked to fast blows, but got hit in the ribcage, feeling his ribs crack and he coughed up blood. He didn't waiver and landed a left hook to Ogun’s jaw, feeling his gauntlet shatter Ogun’s armor.

Ogun winced in pain and staggered back, the both of them having taken some heavy shots. Alakazam felt the anger he had melt away, he stopped focusing on the crowd, the cheers and boos. He was focused purely with this battle, he felt a rush through his body. The two danced in the ring for several more rounds, Alakazam was taking more and more damage, his right eye was swollen. His left side was battered and sprained, but Ogun was also taking damage, Deathgrip was now tearing through his armor.

The two looked each other dead in the eyes, as this was the final round, the two of them went in quick, Ogun landed a vicious uppercut and sent Alakazam towards the rails. Alakazam weaved and ducked Ogun’s next strikes. He felt his strength sapping as his left gauntlet vanished and he only had one remaining. He took a deep breath, feeling the eyes of everyone watching, the eyes of his crew and the eyes of his mother.

He clenched his right hand and channeled everything he had left feeling the strength of everyone flowing through him. He landed a vicious right hook, Ogun summoned face armor instinctively to try and block, Alakazam felt the armor resists. But he let out a scream, as the spikes started drilling through the armor. The crushing motion shatters Ogun’s armor and sends him flying to the rails. Ogun tried standing back up but fell to the mat, all eyes were on Alakazam.

“And the new champion of Baragoi is… Alakazam!”

His crew all came jumping from the stands, Alakazam felt stiff as everything went dark and he felt his body starting to fall.