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“Alright here we go folks the time has come for the night’s main event, the super featherweight champion Tartaglia vs the light heavyweight champion Wriothesley. This matchup was called for being a crazy proposition due to the sheer weight difference, but it went ahead anyways because Tartaglia insisted on fighting who he considered the strongest fighter there is right now and Wriothesley was happy to oblige his request”
“It’s going to be quite a spectacle here in one way or another I’ll tell you that the likes of which we’ve never seen before throughout the sport's history. I mean look at them, they both have good body shape and muscle proportions for their weight class but directly compared to each other the difference in bulk Wriothesley have over Tartaglia is insane!”
DING
“Well whatever the case might be the bell has rang and we are underway for this most intriguing of fights. For your reference they are both wearing red gloves but Tartaglia is wearing red trunks, while Wriothesley is wearing white trunks”
“Let’s see how this how this one pans out folks”
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“Well we’re on round number 4 now and i have to say this is not going as many people have expected now, hasn’t it?
“Definitely not, a lot of people were expecting Tartaglia to be pummeled by Wriothesley but that has not happened so far. He has done a great job at avoiding the punches while putting in some counter hits himself”
SWOOSH
BAM
“And there’s an example of that! Just right after i describe it!”
“Wriothesley swung out a big left hook but Tartaglia simply ducked away from it, but not before putting through a cheek right counter to the body. How was that for a move”
“Wriothesley is going to be a whole of trouble if this continues on”
“He certainly will need to find his accuracy pretty soon here”
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“It is now the end of round number 7 and Wriothesley is in big big trouble now I’m sure you agree?”
“Yes he’s running out of energy and he’s starting to be pinned to the ropes by Tartaglia, look at him now breathing heavily as he sat in his corner with his head trainer Neuvilette advising him”
“Take all your previous strategies and moves out of the window you can’t do it anymore, just take it easy and look for chances to get hits in between his”
“Ok…. I understand…… Damn it…….”
“And now over to Tartaglia’s corner, he looks to be in a better shape than Wriothesley isn’t he?”
“Well he looks tired also and he sure doesn’t look nearly as worn and that look of determination is still visible in his eyes as he talks with his head trainer Zhongli”
“You’ve done well, he’s now on the brink. We can afford to throw caution to the wind now and aim for more power punches, you can do that right?”
“Oh yes! Absolutely!”
“A most intriguing path this fight has taken now”
“We might be on the verge of something amazing here”
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“We are in round number 9 now and Tartaglia has Wriothesley firmly against the ropes hounding him with punch combination after punch combination!”
“He’s holding on for dear life but he has to cover up! If this continues Tartaglia will finish him off!”
POW BAM WHAM WHACK
“Another powerful combination from Tartaglia to Wiothesley’s body and head and he’s reeling from it!”
“He’s losing balance, i think this is it!”
THUD
“Down goes Wriothesley for the first time in his career! How about that?! Flat on his face!”
“He’s trying to get up as the referee begins to count but i don’t think his legs and arms have the strength to continue anymore in fact there down he goes again after almost getting to his knees”
“You can’t continue anymore, this fight is over”
DING DING DING
“The referee has seen enough, he has waived the fight off and declared Tartaglia winner by knockout in the ninth round!”
“Could you believe that? Oh what an upset this is look at them over there celebrating!”
“I did it! I have beaten the best!!!!”
“That was certainly a job well done from you haha”
“Meanwhile on the other hand they are tending to the downed Wriothesley”
“Ack…. I’ve lost now haven’t i?”
“Yes you have, now just relax for a moment you don’t need to get up just yet”
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“Agh….. I can’t feel anything….. Where am i?”
“In the hospital, that’s where you are”
“Huh? Zhongli, why are you here? What happened?”
“Haha still too dazed to have your thoughts all together, huh?”
“What do you mean by that…….”
“Guess i have to just tell it all to you now”
“Oh wait, ah……. I think i remember now……”
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“Alright folks the time has arrived for tonight’s main event, Tartaglia the super featherweight champion vs Wriothesley the light heavyweight champion. This matchup was criticized as a crazy proposition due to the sheer weight difference between the two of them, but it went ahead any who because of Tartaglia’s insistence on fighting who he considered the strongest fighter currently around something which Wriothesley was surprisingly all too happy to answer with amused excitement”
“It’s going to be a fight to remember here in one way or another will say that much, the likes of which we’ve never seen before throughout the history of this sport. I mean look at them, they both have good body shape and muscle proportions for their weight class but directly compared to each other the difference in bulk Wriothesley have over Tartaglia is something to behold”
DING
“Well regardless of our thoughts and expectations before the bell has now rang and we are underway for this fight of intrigue and curiosity. Just for your reference they are both wearing red gloves but Tartaglia is wearing red trunks, while Wriothesley is wearing white trunks”
“Let’s see how this one will turn out folks, you don’t want to miss it!”
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“We are now on round number 4 for those of you who have just joined us and i have to say this is already turning into a rout of a fight, hasn’t it?
“It certainly has become that, now i have to mention a lot of people were expecting Tartaglia to be pummeled by Wriothesley and well that’s exactly what we’ve been seeing so far. He has tried his best to fight back the best he could but he just couldn’t get away from those power punches from Wriotheslesy”
WHACK
“Would you look at that, there’s an example of it right after i describe it!”
“Wriothesley throws out and lands a big left straight at Tartaglia’s nose sending him stumbling around a few steps in a dazed before stabilizing himself”
“Tartaglia is going to be in deep trouble if this state of affairs continues on”
“He certainly will need to get his defenses up a notch pretty soon here if he wants to keep up”
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“It is now the end of round number 6 folks and as you can probably see right now Tartaglia is on the brink as I’m sure you’ll agree?”
“Yes i do agree, he’s being battered left, right, and center. Wriotheslesy has started to pin him to the ropes, and well look at him now breathing heavily sitting in his corner with his head trainer Zhongli having a few words with him”
“Are you sure you will want to continue with your current state? If you do you have to take it easy and roll with punches to minimize the damage he causes you”
“Yes, i still want to continue…… He’s strong…… But i want to show that i am strong too!”
“Meanwhile over at Wriothesley’s corner, he looks to be in a far better shape now in comparison isn’t he?”
“Well he looks tired also i think but he sure doesn’t look nearly as worn and that look on his face to me says he’s enjoying this as he talks with his head trainer Neuvillette”
“You’ve done well, i don’t think he could last much longer. Don’t try anything funny though, you need to stay vigilant just in case”
“Haha don’t worry now, I’ll be fine this is just child’s play now”
“An expected path has been chosen for this fight it seems now”
“We might not be very far from the end of this now if you ask me”
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“We are currently on round number 8 and Tartaglia is now firmly in a struggle for his life as Wriothesley pinned him against the ropes hounding him with punch combination after punch combination without any sign of letting up!”
“He’s on his last legs he can’t hold on much longer! If this continues Wriothesley will finish him off any moment now!”
WHAM WHACK
“There goes yet another powerful combination from Wriothesley landing on Tartaglia’s stomach and then his chin in a mighty uppercut! Now he’s hobbling around reeling from it!”
“He’s losing balance, i think that’s the final nail in the coffin to end him!”
THUD
“Down goes Tartaglia for the first time in his career! Would you look at that?! Laid out flat on his back!”
“The referee’s eyeing him up and not counting, Tartaglia looks to be out senseless i think he might just waive it off right here!”
“No he can’t continue anymore, this fight is over”
DING DING DING
“Enough is enough said the referee, he has waived the fight off and declared Wriothesley winner by knockout in the eighth round!”
“Well that is that now, a rather calm celebration over there seems like this is what they have been expecting all along”
“Well credit where credit is due he lasted longer than i thought he would, but really that was simply delaying the inevitable”
“Well done, you put in a good work out there though you probably used up more energy than you needed to if I’m being honest”
“On the other side of the ring however, there’s a crew of cornermen and medicals who are tending to the downed Tartaglia”
“W-what happened…… W-where am i……..”
“Hey hey now don’t move, rest easy you’re fine just relax and let it all go for a moment now would you?”