God Brawler: From Streetfighter to God Brawler

Punches were thrown and thuds resounding were heard throughout the room. Heavy footfalls echoed through the empty space.

A grunt was all that was heard along with the heavy pats on flesh. Each punch was delivered with great force. Punch after punch coming from both sides, and each blow landing with ease. With every strike sent, a loud guttural scream of pain left the man. Blood was spat from the corners of his mouth. Sweat dripped off of his forehead.

”AND IT SEEMS LIKE OUR CONSECUTIVE LOSER, GRAY STAR, HAS RECEIVED ANOTHER HEAVY BARRAGE!! ”

The crowd cheered loudly at the sight of yet another brutal defeat. They all wanted nothing more than to watch this man fall into defeat over and over again. Every blow was delivered. Each hit sent shockwaves in and around his body.

”AND MEANWHILE, OUR WILD CHAMPION OF THE RING, ORC LORD, DOES NOT APPEAR TO HAVE A SINGLE SCRATCH ON HIM! ”

Another round of applause rang out for the vicious champion. Allowing himself a quick break, Gray Star leaned back on his heels. His eyes closed for just a moment, letting the pain wash over him.

All at once, a sharp pain cut through his abdomen. It spread slowly across his stomach.

His aggressor was a large buff green-skinned male. His body was similar to that of a human but his facial features were one that could only be associated with that of a rabid beast. He wore a black hooded robe that reached to his knees with long sleeves. Tight red shorts that clung to his muscly thighs.

His entire body was covered with thick scars. A large scar ran up his face, disappearing under the hood. His thick long tusks protruded from his lower jaw. His eyes were dark and piercing.

This was no doubt, an orc. A powerful one at that. One that could easily overpower any Brawler under the rank of C.

And the poor soul it was pummeling mercilessly… was a short pale young man who didn even reach beyond the large orcs stomach.

This was the young man named Gray Alcinder. And he was currently being beat into a bloody pulp by his large monster assailant.

Bang! Punch! Clash!

”UHNG!! ”

Blood flew out his open wounds like a torrent. Punch after punch, blow after blow. The Orc did not relent in its assault, hitting the young man in the face and stomach over and over again, roaring victoriously as it did.

”WHAT DOES OUR LOVELY AUDIENCE THINK OF SUCH A DISPLAY OF BRUTALITY AND POWER!? ”

The flashy man, who sported navy blue suspenders, a tight plaid black and blue button-up shirt, and grey jeans yelled into the mic. He held it close to his mouth as he flashed his vibrant white teeth to the audience, shining under the bright fluorescent light of the large circular room.

”Sink his face in! ”

”Drain him of his blood! ”

”Crush his bones! ”

”Twist his arms! ”

”Make him cry out in agony! ”

The psychotic and sadistic cries of the audience, consisting mostly of snobby rich-looking people, rang out across the ring as they clapped, whistled, and cackled at the suffering dealt to the young man. You know the kind. Those who overspend their money to appear as wealthy as possible instead of utilizing their riches to demonstrate… That kind.

”WEEEEELLLL! YOU HEARD THEM, ORC LORD! MAKE OUR YOUNG CONSECUTIVE LOSER WRITHE IN PAIN! ”

The announcer yelled once more as the Orc grinned, flashing his yellowed and almost rotten dentures. His fists clenched once again as he got ready for the next barrage of attacks.

He landed another heavy blow on Grays face, knocking him back some feet away. But without giving him a chance at recovery the Orc rushed forward, punching once more, only this time landing a direct hit on his stomach. The young man felt as if all the air had been pushed out of his lungs. His legs began to buckle, unable to support him anymore as he fell down to the ground. Blood poured out from his mouth.

”GUH! Gruhhh…! ”

The Orc roared triumphantly, stepping on Grays chest and continuing to pound into the young mans stomach. He let out a groan, trying to push himself away but it was too late. A sharp pain erupted in his abdomen. He couldn help but cry out as he collapsed onto the floor fully.

His opponent stood proudly over the young man, staring down at him with malicious intent.

”Grrr… GAHAHAHAHAH!!! ”

”AND THERE IT IS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! ORC LORDS WINNING STREAK CONTINUES! ”

It, alongside the audience, laughed maniacally. Tears formed in the corner of Grays bloodshot eyes as he tried to sit up, only to feel blood once again rush out of his mouth. His vision began to blur. Yet as he felt his mind and body drift into unconsciousness, the young man could see his assailant clearly still.

A burning determination was still present as Gray pushed himself off the poor wooden floor and attempted to stand once more. The young man stumbled towards his enemy but the Orc blocked the young mans path with his massive muscular arms.

Gray coughed up a bit more blood as he continued to stare into the angry red eyes that had never seemed to change since they had first seen them.

”OHOHO? WHATS THIS!? GRAY STAR SEEMS TO THINK HE CAN STILL FIGHT! ”

The announcer shouted gleefully. The Orc turned his head to the audience briefly before returning his attention to the injured teenager. He grabbed hold of Grays shoulder, squeezing until he cried out in pain.

”You… ”

Gray slowly spat as he rose his fist for a punch.

The muscles in his hand tensed as he threw his arm forward, connecting it with his adversarys face. The impact made an audible smack and caused a few onlookers to wince.

”Geheheh… ”

But the Orc did not budge. The large Orc looked down at his rival, smiling cruelly as he did so.

”OOOOOHHH! AND IT SEEMS IT WAS ALL FUTILE MY DEAR AUDIENCE! GRAY STAR APPEARS TO BE SO WEAK HE CANT EVEN DAMAGE OUR CHAMPION EVEN IF HE DOES LAND A HIT! HAHAHHAHA!! ”

The crowd laughed heartily at the spectacle. Even the usually stoic Gray Star chuckled weakly as he watched the Orc continue to laugh at him.

”As usual I guess… ”

”Geheheheh!! ”

This was something that was becoming rather common these days, or perhaps ever since the dawn of the age of Brawlers. The ridicule and abuse of those Brawlers who are considered F-Rank. It was as if the whole world were against them. There weren many who would give them a second glance or treat them kindly. Many would simply take pleasure in watching how pathetic and useless they were in battles.

This is what they were…

PUNCH!

Nothing but entertainment for the masses…

A grunt escaped through Grays lips as the blow landed hard against his face again. His face throbbed, his nose stinging with the slight pain of it. The young Brawlers blood trickled down the side of his mouth. He was already starting to lose consciousness.

A cold sneer crossed the Orcs face. Before anyone could say anything, the Orc took another swing at Grays face. This time, he landed a perfect strike on his jaw, sending Gray flying backward.

Before Gray knew what had happened he found himself lying helplessly on the ground. His vision began to go blurry. As he stared up towards the ceiling he saw the large muscular form of his aggressor come charging down upon him.

The Orc raised his enormous hands high overhead.

”GRAHAHAHAHAH!! ”

Then he swung them down toward Gray in a tremendous hammering blow.

Gray squeezed his eyes tightly shut, awaiting the blow.

”HERE IT COMES, MY DEAR AUDIENCE!! OUR CHAMPIONS FINISHER MOVE!! ”

”Nngh..!! ”

Gray gritted his teeth as he prepared to meet whatever fate his opponent was going to deal him…

THUNK! BANG! CLASH! CRUNCH! WHAM!!!

Suddenly two loud thuds resonated throughout the ring, echoing throughout the building. The crowd gasped in surprise, their eyes widening at the sudden attack.

After a momentary pause they began laughing uproariously. The crowd was thoroughly entertained. Once again, the misery of Gray Alcinder was met with thunderous cheers.

Gray felt a strange warmth spread throughout his body. He opened his eyes, seeing that he lay flat on the ground, completely drenched in sweat. He raised his hand, wiping the fresh trail of blood flowing from his mouth. Then he gazed up towards the huge figure looming above him.

Standing at just slightly over 7 feet tall, the Orc looked extremely intimidating, even bigger than most other orcs. His body was built powerfully; long powerful legs and thick muscular arms, which seemed capable of ripping apart everything in their way. Yet even if the opponent in front of him appeared strong, no matter how mighty he might be, he remained calm, and confident. Defiant.

The Orc looked down at Gray disdainfully.

”WHAT IS THIS? GRAY STAR IS STILL STANDING!? ”

Gray smiled slightly. He spat on the ring floor beneath him and wiped the blood from his face.

”Ill admit… I didn expect to get up so soon. ”

The young man said sarcastically, attempting to sound as arrogant as possible. The Orc glared angrily down upon Gray before looking away, turning his head away from him in annoyance, gritting