In his private fighter room, Jawad Uzman is seen lifting weights. There seems to be about 10 50kg plates on each side of the bar.
- "Mr. Uzman, it's your match now."
One of the attendants says as he enters the room. Jawad turns around and drops the barbell. It crushes the tiles beneath.
- "Alright, let's get this started!"
He says as he exits the room to enter the entrance hallway.
In the infirmary, professional wrestler Logan Lucas approaches Damian Killa.
- "Oh, Logan! Long time no see!"
- "It really has been a while, hasn't it Damian? I didn't think we'd meet again in a place like this."
The two share a short conversation about the events in their lives leading to the tournament.
- "I see, so you were invited too."
Logan says, leaning back in his chair.
- "So, what did you come here to talk about, y'know, other than to catch up?"
Damian asks with a smile. Logan looks a bit confused.
- "It's just…the Jawad Uzman guy."
- "Oh yeah, I've heard of him. He's shorter than the both of us, and we definitely have him beat in terms of size, but he's much heavier."
- "Super Muscle Density gene, was it?"
- "Yeah."
Damian takes a sip of water.
- "I wonder who'd win between him and Mt. Apo."
- "Right!?"
Jawad enters the arena where Tamar is waiting.
- "Next is round 1, match 12! Jawad "The Bullet Train" Uzman versus Tamar "Havoc" Dadiani!"
He stares her down. She smirks as she gets into her fighting stance. Jawad doesn't take a stance.
- "Fighters are you ready!?"
- "Yup!"
- "I'm ready."
- "Then…BEGIN!!!"
Tamar keeps her distance. She knows that Jawad's blows are much stronger than any opponent she's faced before. Jawad raises his leg and slams it down with such force that it shakes up the sandy floor of the arena. The tremors could be felt from the stands.
- "Jawad's showing off his power right off the bat! What monstrous strength indeed!"
Waldemar caresses his chin.
- "This guy might be as strong as me."
He remarks.
Tamar starts circling around Jawad, who still hasn't gone into a stance yet.
- "He's underestimating me."
She thinks to herself.
- "Good."
She mutters to herself as she let out a beastly grin. She closes in to bait him for an attack. He takes it and throws an overhand right. She ducks under and grabs his hand. Using the momentum of the punch she throws him down onto the ground.
- "She's using his own force against him! What's Jawad's response to this!?"
Jawad smirks and gets back up with a flip. Tamar stays on guard. He took quite a bit of damage, but it's not even enough to break his composure.
- "Oh! I should have expected this much resilience from a super man like him!"
Jawad finally gets into a fighting stance.
- "She's strong. I'll lose if I don't take this seriously."
He thinks to himself. He attempts a jab rush, but they all get parried.
- "A parry and counter specialist? No, that's probably what she thinks the best course of action against me is."
Tamar tries to grab Jawad, but he backs up.
- "Strikes will probably not do much unless I only aim for the chin. Throws and ground grappling are my best shot at beating him."
She thinks to herself. Hobin, who decided to watch the match in person, is standing near the entrance hallway.
- "She's fighting an opponent similar to that old man."
He thinks to himself before smirking.
- "But, she is a better fighter than I could've ever been!"
He raises his arms as he shouts.
- "Go Tamar! Give that musclebound monster a beating!"
Tamar, hearing those words of encouragement, smiles.
- "I'll avenge you, beat this guy, and then beat the shit out of that old man!"
She thinks to herself as she goes into a more compact position. Jawad circles around her, looking for a weak point that he can exploit. He realized that rushing in carelessly like earlier would do him no good, and that physical strength of his would work against him.
Jawad is an all-around beast of a fighter. At age 18, after beating up every notable fighter in his hometown, he moved to the United States where he became known as "The Bullet Train." Despite his weight, he could move faster than even flyweights. This was all thanks to the Superhuman Density Gene, one of the rarest genetic mutations. It makes people born with it have much denser muscles than regular people. Despite the added weight of these muscles, the body can grow alongside the muscles, allowing the organs and the bones to adapt and become strengthened as a result. However, Jawad would've never made it to this grand stage if he relied on that strength alone. Shortly after arriving in the States, he caught the attention of many notable martial artists.
He challenged each and every one of them, beating them with pure strength alone, until he lost to a man smaller than him in every way. He was no more than 167cm, and he weighed less than 70kg, but he beat Jawad within an inch of his life. This man taught him the importance of techniques. The man took Jawad under his wing to teach him how to better utilize his strength. After years of grueling training, he had been reborn as the ultimate warrior, armed with precise strikes, grapples, and holds.
One day, during dinner after a long day of training, his teacher said something that would stick with Jawad forever.
- "A fight can't be decided with just stats and numbers alone. Just because you've trained all your life, doesn't mean you'll be able to beat everyone. There may come a time when you'll find someone who probably shouldn't have been able to beat you, yet they beat you anyway. Tell me, what would you do after losing to that person?"
Jawad pondered his question.
- "It's okay, you can take as long as you want."
His teacher told him.
A few days after that, his teacher was stabbed to death by a mugger. Jawad was devastated by the news. Many other martial artists from all around the world went to his funeral. He stayed after everyone else had left.
- "…I get it now."
He muttered to himself as he sobbed.
Back to the fight, Jawad decides to rush in with a telegraphed right. Tamar ducks under but it was a feint as Jawad kicks her right in the torso, sending her flying.
- " She dampened the blow, but there's no way she's unharmed."
The smoke clears, and Tamar's coughing up blood. A few of her ribs are cracked. She gets up and gets back into position.
- "Yes…"
She mutters silently.
- "THIS IS WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED!"
She shouts with a big bloody smile on her face. Hobin realizes what's going on.
- "So, she's letting herself go huh? Ah well, whatever helps her win I guess."
Leonardo and Jack take a quick glance at each other.
- "Just like you huh?"
- "A little."
A bead of sweat drops from Jawad's face.
- "Why do I always get matched with the crazies?"
He rushes in and goes for a low kick. Tamar dodges. She realized that even if she were to block, she'd just get damaged unnecessarily. Jawad pushes forward with a high kick, but Tamar grabs it and throws Jawad over her shoulder, sending him into the ground once more.
- "Woah! Tamar lifted Jawad's 180kg body like it's nothing!"
She tries to stomp him, but he rolls away and clips her foot, causing her to fall onto the ground too. He tries to go for a lock, but Tamar hits him with a Soccer ball kick.
- "Oh! Even Jawad's going to feel something from a kick like that!"
Jawad's reeling from the attack. Tamar's mounted him and is beginning to shower him with hammer fists. Jawad rises from the ground with Tamar still on him.
- "There's that superhuman strength of his!"
He throws a punch, but Tamar disengages and immediately goes behind him for a suplex. Jawad hits her with an elbow, and she flubs the throw, causing him to be thrown to the side instead. She steps back due to the pain.
- "What a beast! Tamar's still not going down after those hits from Jawad!"
Jawad gets back up.
- "You're a sturdy one, aren't you?"
- "Heh, I just had a really good master and sparring partner."
The two start circling each other. Both have taken a lot of damage. Just two hits from Jawad, and Tamar's vision has turned blurry, but this hasn't discouraged her in the slightest.
Her fighting spirit burns and shines through that devilish smile of hers. Jawad rushes in with another telegraphed right. Instead of just ducking under, Tamar slides even lower, avoiding a low kick feint. She gets back on her feet and catches Jawad in a rear naked choke. He slips before it's executed perfectly and grabs her arm. He then throws her away.
- "A quick yet heated exchange!"
She recomposes and sprints towards Jawad with a fist out. He guards high, but Tamar switches at the last minute and turns it into a tackle. The momentum throws them both to the ground. She tries to mount, but Jawad kicks her off. Instead, she goes behind him and pulls off a suplex. She uses his menacing weight against him. She backs off as she knows Jawad will recover quickly. Her intuition is right, and Jawad is back up, although with some bleeding from his head.
- "Damn! Has Jawad ever been this damaged!? Tamar's really laying it into him!"
He wipes the blood going into his eye. He takes a deep breath and rushes in again, this time he throws a flurry of jabs, straights, and hooks. Despite the speed, Tamar dodges them. Jawad telegraphs a punch, Tamar puts her guard up, but he immediately switches to a low kick.
Tamar's knocked off-balance, and her leg cracks. Jawad follows up with a long-winded straight punch. Tamar dodges in time and slips Jawad's feet. She then knocks him down with an elbow to the throat. Jawad is stunned. She then gets him in a guillotine choke.
- "A guillotine choke! Jawad's neck has received heavy damage!"
Jawad tries to hit Tamar, but his attacks don't have the momentum he needs to damage her.
- "Ah, how nice…looks like I need to polish my training."
Jawad thinks to himself before passing out. The referee grabs Tamar's arm and raises it.
- "And the winner is…TAMAR "HAVOC" DADIANI!!!"
Hobin goes wild, screaming at the entrance. Tamar raises her hands in victory. Jawad regains consciousness.
- "Good match, I wish you luck in your next."
He says as he leaves. Tamar too takes her leave. Hobin and Tamar bump fists and go to the infirmary.