out of Adamu’s shoulder.
Adamu shoved his head into the Zumo’s, pushing with enough might to knock the dead man’s giant head away from his flesh.
Quick, Adamu said to himself. With that, he jerked his chest and gut forward, bumping the Zumo back. The force was hard enough that, had this been the old days, it would have forced the Zumo to stumble out of the dohyō no problem. The thing with the fights now was the victor had to be the one left alive. If you died outside the cage due to a fatal wound, you were still considered the victor.
When the Zumo straightened himself, he crouched down and made a second charge. Adamu ran into him, putting all his weight behind himself like a freight train. Sweaty thick flesh slapped together. Adamu grabbed the Zumo by his mawashi , hoisted him a couple feet from the floor, then twisted to the side, tossing the Zumo to the ground.
The crowd cheered.
Adamu kept a straight face, leaned forward slightly, and braced himself for the Zumo’s next move.
The Zumo got up, turned around and ambled toward him. Adamu charged him, this time keeping his elbows in front of his body and using them as a battering ram against the mass of gray flesh before him. The Zumo took the blow to the chest, stumbled backward, then once more regained his footing.
The two men latched onto each other, Adamu wriggling the top half of himself enough to keep his shoulders and chest away from the zombie’s hungry mouth. Bodies pressed together, Adamu held firm to the decaying flesh. The two moved forward then back, then twisted in a circle as each tried to take advantage of the other.
All the Zumo cared about was a sizable snack, Adamu knew. Well, he wasn’t going to let him have it.
The Zumo growled and quicker than expected adjusted its arms and used them to shove Adamu backward. His bare heels caught on the cement floor and he fell onto his behind. The Zumo charged him. Rocking to the side a couple of times and building momentum, Adamu released at the last moment and rolled over as the Zumo charged past.
He got up, crouched, then held out his hands as the Zumo ran toward him. The two latched onto each other again. Adamu squeezed his elbows against the monster’s flesh, hoping the dead skin would give way and maybe his elbows could puncture the zombie and cause it to bleed. The skin, though squishy, held.
Teeth began to clamp on his shoulder. Adamu jerked himself away, denying the Zumo its chance.
Nothing more than a scrape , he thought.
He quickly grabbed on again, hoisted the Zumo up a bit, then swung the creature over his leg and to the ground a couple feet away.
The Zumo scrambled on the ground on all fours, mouth open, its aim apparently for Adamu’s shins or thighs.
Adamu let him come. Closer. Closer. And closer until the Zumo was a breath away. Adamu parted his legs and the Zumo stuck his head right between his thighs. As fast and as fluidly as he could, Adamu clamped his legs together, jumped up, then swung his legs out in front of him, crushing the Zumo’s head beneath his bottom, at the same time bringing clamped hands down onto the Zumo’s spine, breaking it.
A gush of cool liquid oozed beneath Adamu’s thighs as the dead man’s blood squirted out to either side of him.
The crowd roared.
Adamu got up, careful to keep his feet and ankles away from the Zumo just in case the creature was still alive.
The Zumo lay face down against the concrete.
Adamu kept his eye on him, and after a few moments turned his back and stepped up to the edge of the cage and stared out into the audience.
The crowd cheered. Then they cheered louder.
Suddenly, strong hands grabbed Adamu’s waist from behind and something slick rubbed up against the back of his thighs. He shoved himself off the cage into the air and came crashing down on the Zumo’s body about mid back, flattening the creature. He reached down, grabbed the Zumo’s head under the chin and pulled up until the rotting flesh of the zombie’s
Adamu shoved his head into the Zumo’s, pushing with enough might to knock the dead man’s giant head away from his flesh.
Quick, Adamu said to himself. With that, he jerked his chest and gut forward, bumping the Zumo back. The force was hard enough that, had this been the old days, it would have forced the Zumo to stumble out of the dohyō no problem. The thing with the fights now was the victor had to be the one left alive. If you died outside the cage due to a fatal wound, you were still considered the victor.
When the Zumo straightened himself, he crouched down and made a second charge. Adamu ran into him, putting all his weight behind himself like a freight train. Sweaty thick flesh slapped together. Adamu grabbed the Zumo by his mawashi , hoisted him a couple feet from the floor, then twisted to the side, tossing the Zumo to the ground.
The crowd cheered.
Adamu kept a straight face, leaned forward slightly, and braced himself for the Zumo’s next move.
The Zumo got up, turned around and ambled toward him. Adamu charged him, this time keeping his elbows in front of his body and using them as a battering ram against the mass of gray flesh before him. The Zumo took the blow to the chest, stumbled backward, then once more regained his footing.
The two men latched onto each other, Adamu wriggling the top half of himself enough to keep his shoulders and chest away from the zombie’s hungry mouth. Bodies pressed together, Adamu held firm to the decaying flesh. The two moved forward then back, then twisted in a circle as each tried to take advantage of the other.
All the Zumo cared about was a sizable snack, Adamu knew. Well, he wasn’t going to let him have it.
The Zumo growled and quicker than expected adjusted its arms and used them to shove Adamu backward. His bare heels caught on the cement floor and he fell onto his behind. The Zumo charged him. Rocking to the side a couple of times and building momentum, Adamu released at the last moment and rolled over as the Zumo charged past.
He got up, crouched, then held out his hands as the Zumo ran toward him. The two latched onto each other again. Adamu squeezed his elbows against the monster’s flesh, hoping the dead skin would give way and maybe his elbows could puncture the zombie and cause it to bleed. The skin, though squishy, held.
Teeth began to clamp on his shoulder. Adamu jerked himself away, denying the Zumo its chance.
Nothing more than a scrape , he thought.
He quickly grabbed on again, hoisted the Zumo up a bit, then swung the creature over his leg and to the ground a couple feet away.
The Zumo scrambled on the ground on all fours, mouth open, its aim apparently for Adamu’s shins or thighs.
Adamu let him come. Closer. Closer. And closer until the Zumo was a breath away. Adamu parted his legs and the Zumo stuck his head right between his thighs. As fast and as fluidly as he could, Adamu clamped his legs together, jumped up, then swung his legs out in front of him, crushing the Zumo’s head beneath his bottom, at the same time bringing clamped hands down onto the Zumo’s spine, breaking it.
A gush of cool liquid oozed beneath Adamu’s thighs as the dead man’s blood squirted out to either side of him.
The crowd roared.
Adamu got up, careful to keep his feet and ankles away from the Zumo just in case the creature was still alive.
The Zumo lay face down against the concrete.
Adamu kept his eye on him, and after a few moments turned his back and stepped up to the edge of the cage and stared out into the audience.
The crowd cheered. Then they cheered louder.
Suddenly, strong hands grabbed Adamu’s waist from behind and something slick rubbed up against the back of his thighs. He shoved himself off the cage into the air and came crashing down on the Zumo’s body about mid back, flattening the creature. He reached down, grabbed the Zumo’s head under the chin and pulled up until the rotting flesh of the zombie’s
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