Anon and the CHUFC

>The smell of sweat, dirt, and blood lingered through the air as the loud roaring of The Pit's crowd rung through your ears
>You held your fists up as you and your opponent circled each other, shirtless, scratched up, and waiting for just the right time to strike
>A few red marks and bruises spotted your body, but you held yourself back to time your hits correctly
>It was no surprise to the crowd, you were known to hold back only to release some of the most fiercest punches and kicks
>Your opponent, Norman, didn't like to keep his guard up it seemed
>But his body language just bled determination, and what he lacked in defense, he kept up in brutal take-downs and grapples
>Now after taking a few good knocks and cuts to the head from you, Norman wasn't fucking around anymore
>Getting up close and reckless would mean that he could possibly catch you in an arm lock or choke hold
>You once saw him completely snap a dudes bone in a simple arm bar with barely any resistance
>He's been getting a few close calls to you but not close enough, the long red marks on your body signal where Norman has tried and failed to grab you
>Norman wiped his forehead with his arm and flung it towards the arena walls, leaving a small loose splatter of blood
>At first, The Pit's plywood walls covered in blood made you hesitant to even step in there
>But after a few fights in the ring it gave you a sense of accomplishment to know that none of that blood was yours
>The cheering audience of students standing above The Pit also gave you a good boost in confidence
>Two voices stuck out from the crowd, you recognize them to be none other than Applejack and Rainbow Dash
>Along with being fighters themselves, both of them decided to coach you
>"C'MON ANON GIT 'IM!"
>"FUCK YEAH ANON YOU CAN DO IT! FUCK HIM UP!"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXcBBRsbnZs
>Well that's all the motivation you need
>Deciding that you've spent enough time standing back and taking few hits, you close the distance between each other
>Norman notices and mirrors you, meeting you half way
>You see an opening on Normans left side just under his elbow
>As you swing your arm though, He quickly leans in to take the blow and throw one himself, aiming straight for your head
>You strafe to the left, narrowly avoiding his extended arm and giving a counter of your own by slamming your elbow to the side of his head
>It staggered the shit out of him and he nearly loses his balance, but somehow he manages to recover
>It was his turn to attack by throwing some leg kicks in which you easily block by lifting your leg in defense
>Suddenly a wayward left hook caught you by surprise to the head, the knock shook you just enough not to notice Norman getting closer
>quickly coming to your senses, you see Norman's hands reaching for your head to put you in a Thai Clinch
>You successfully throw your head down to avoid his grip, thanking [INSERT DEITY HERE] he didn't think to knee you straight in the head
>A quick shove manages to push Norman back a bit giving you some space to bring yourself back up
>But wasting no time he comes back full force
>With a recoiled right fist, Norman charges you
>It was a stupid move on his part, but you can tell he just wanted this fight to end with you on the floor
>You shouldn't let your opponent read your move so easily, faggot
>A swift straight kick to the gut stops him in his tracks
>You can see the pain in his eyes, along with the fact that he was absolutely fucked
>The kick exposed his face as his arms held his stomach
>You bend down slightly, and spring yourself up delivering an absolutely brutal uppercut to his chin
>The knock recoils him back completely disoriented, and you seize the opportunity
>It's about time you end this, so you grab Norman's shoulders and pull him close to you
>You bring your knee up and connect with his stomach and sides repeatedly, knocking whatever wind left out of him
>To end it all, you back up a bit from him and grab his arm, pulling it harshly towards you
>Norman vaults over your back and lands with a satisfactory thud confirming his landing
>He wasn't getting up anytime soon from that
>You turn to look back behind you and see him on the ground clutching his sides and moaning, signalling the end of the fight
>As you stand and watch as Norman is helped lifted up and walked away by some of his friends, Your two best friends/coaches hold your hands up high
>The crowd of students scream and chant your name

>You are Anon, and welcome to the world of Canterlot High Underground Fight Club