Fist from the right. Duck, grab, pull.

Kick from the right, punch from the left. Duck, roll forward.

Her two opponents hit eachother, and fell over. He grabbed the stronger one and put the muscle-man in a vicious choke. "Yield," he warned. "Yield, or I'll break your neck."

The man grunted, face turning purple, and slammed his hand down on the mat a few times. He let him up and turned just in time for the other one- a girl, tall and slender with shining black hair tied back- to punch him in the face. It was a glancing blow, but he reeled, hissing many unkind words. She followed up with a roundhouse kick, which the red-head ducked, grabbed her leg, and pulled. The girl fell backwards, hitting her head on the stone floor, and didn't move.

The bloodthirsty crowd cheered, many of them waving money in the air. Santos grinned. In this fightclub, he reigned supreme. The man running the place threw back his head and laughed. He walked over, handed Santos several hundred bills. "Don't know who you are, Vamp," he said, calling him by his fights name, "But you're awesome."

The black-haired girl unsteadily got to her feet, shaking her head. She walked over to him and laughed. "Vamp, huh?" She laughed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Luna."

So, yeah, another storystart done. Sorry for posting late, like really late. My alarm didn't go off. Right now it's 3:44 pm