Chen Zhen, Fist of Fury, vs Rocky Balboa, Eye of the Tiger
			As Chen Zhen did a warm-up form, he thought about the events that led up to this tournament. It seemed as if just a minute ago, the American Boxing Association had arrived at his master's funeral with a plaque that read "Sick Man of Asia." In a rage, Chen had stormed the American Boxing Association, beating the shit out of every gwailo he saw. To settle the grievances between the Jing Wu school and the ABA, he agreed to fight their champion for this tournament.      Meanwhile, in the other corner, Rocky did a few practice drills. Jab, jab, cross, hook, uppercut. Finally, a loud voice announced the start of the match.
Chen wasted no time in launching a flying side kick aimed at Rocky's face. Rocky raised his gloves to block. The impact knocked him back a few feet, and he barely had time to recover before Chen hit him with a barrage of kicks and fists. Rocky blocked a left kick and a right punch, but Chen manages to tag him with a kick to the knee. Rocky attemped to block more strikes, but Chen was just too fast. After taking an elbow to the face, Rocky
	became angry. Taking Chen's next kick on his left arm, the boxer turns and nails Chen in the face with a right hook and sends Chen flying off to the other side of the arena.      A thin red line trickled down the corner of Chen's mouth. Running his tongue over it, he let the sanguine taste sink in before letting out an ear-splitting battle yowl.      "Wa-tah!" Chen pummels Rocky with a flurry of strikes. To Rocky, it seemed as if he was fighting the entire population of China. Millions of fists, elbows, and feet came at him from all directions at once. Occasionally he would get a good cross or an uppercut in, but Chen would get back up and fight harder than before.      Cold winds blew. Rocky, remembering the rules of the tournament (specifically, fighting according to style is encouraged but not required), pulls out a set of brass knuckles. At this, Chen pulled out a jet-black 18-inch Ironwood nunchaku. Rocky jabs, then goes on to a right cross and a left hook. He is rewarded with a slap to the wrist and a subsequient strike to the elbow.      "Wah......" The nunchaku wrapped around Chen's shoulder, then found its niche in the Chinaman's armpit. The next few minutes went the same way. Rocky would attempt an attack, only to have it beaten back by a furious nunchaku assault.      Chen decides to end it. He swings his nunchaku at Rocky's face. Rocky blocks the swing, but falls to a sweep and lands flat on his back. Chen leaps up in the air. Time seemed to slow as Chen landed flat on the boxer's chest, winding him. The clock began to tick. One, Two, Three....Seven, Eight...      "It's the Eye of the Tiger, it's the thrill of the fight..." Much to Chen's surprise, Rocky manages to get up. Putting up his dukes, he nods to the Chinaman. "It's on."      "This is not right...the fight is taking too long. I must end it quickly." Chen made up his mind at the precise moment Rocky made up his. The American took a step forward and let loose the strongest hook he ever placed. Later estimates placed it at just below elephant-killing level, although a council of martial arts experts unanimously agreed that it could split the skill of a bull.      Unfortunately for him, Chen ducks under the blow and ends up behind him. He throws his nunchaku around Rocky's neck and brings his knee into Rocky's back, then elbows him in the back of the head. Then he begins choking Rocky with his nunchaku. As he feels Rocky go limp from lack of air, Chen released his grip. This time, the ten counts passed without interruption, and Chen gets up. Raising his nunchaku, he lets loose another battle cry as he climbs the steps to Round 2 of the Mount Hua Kungfu Tournament.      "Wa-tah!!!"
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