WAR
The Journey of Martial

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I was thirteen years old, and this was the moment I had been waiting for all year—the WAR 25 finals, the biggest event in the world.

The TV burst to life as Duke Kensington, the tournament announcer, filled the room with his commanding voice.

“Welcome to WAR — where the world's greatest warriors come together to forge a path of honour, respect, and unity.”

“That’s right,” another announcer chimed in. “And if you’ve been living under a rock, the World Action Rivalry, or WAR, is the premier team-based MMA tournament. This is where elite fighters from around the globe battle it out in a thrilling, high-stakes event. Since its inception in 2000, MMA has evolved into a team sport, and as WAR 25 began in 2025, the competition has never been more intense. International teams, each with seven fighters representing different weight classes, fight to prove they’re the best in the world. And it’s safe to say, WAR has become the biggest sport on the planet.”

“Who's your pick for the finals, Gareth?” Duke asked his co-commentator, his voice brimming with excitement. The energy of WAR was infectious, and I found myself leaning in closer, glued to the screen as the action unfolded.

“Martial, it’s almost time for bed. Turn that off,” my mother's voice cut through the anticipation as she entered my room, her disapproving tone pulling me away from the WAR broadcast. “You have practice tomorrow.”

“Mum, it’s the finals,” I protested, reluctant to tear my gaze away from the spectacle. The crowd, the lights, the intensity-it was impossible to look away.

My mother despised WAR, but my dad's love for the tournament was unmatched. But they were much like that with everything in life. Where my dad went left, she would say that going right was the better option. It amazed me how they ever managed to agree on anything, let alone raising a child, but they seemed to do a pretty bang-up job of it.

One of life’s mysteries, I guess.

“Let him watch, love. It's not every day you get to see a final like this,” my dad said, a grin spreading across his face, his eyes twinkling with the same excitement that I felt.

“Introducing Team New Zealand,” Duke declared, his voice resonating as the fighters stepped onto the WAR canvas to a thunderous ovation.

Team New Zealand

Heavyweight:

Tane Mitchell

Super Middleweight:

Archer Cooper

Team New Zealand's Captain: Super Welterweight

"Cloud 10" Carter Flynn

Super Lightweight:

Kai Mercer

Super Featherweight:

Jetty Pat

Women's Super Bantamweight:

Zara McKenzie

Women's Super Flyweight:

Kate Rule

Their names rang out and a sense of pride rippled through the arena.

Then it was time for Team USA.

“Introducing Team USA,”
Gareth took the lead on this one. The announcement was met with a surge of enthusiastic applause that rolled through the crowd like a wave.

Team USA

Heavyweight:

Brick Johnson

Super Middleweight:

Eli Jones

Super Welterweight:

Bobby Max

Super Lightweight:

Kevin Cruz

Super Featherweight

Abel Swift

Team USA's Captain: Women's Super Bantamweight

Harper "The Real" Steele

Women's Super Flyweight

Avery Thompson

Team USA had been impressive throughout the tournament, yet their achievements paled in comparison to Team New Zealand’s performance. Team New Zealand's dominance had rewritten the record books with multiple 4-0 sweeps.

I watched with bated breath, the excitement coursing through me. I had memorised the tournament format down to every detail, and I rooted passionately for my favourite fighter in each weight class. The weight classes included:

In WAR, each fighter got to compete in their respective weight class against a challenger from the opposing team. The team scoring system was straightforward. Each individual victory contributes one point to the team’s total score. To secure victory in the overall matchup, a team had to accumulate at least four points.

My mum sat down beside me and my dad. The fact that she had never really taken a shine to WAR made that move all the more eye-raising to me. Although, to be fair she had once admitted that she was just glad that all the fighting around the world had been pushed through the eye of the WAR needle.

“How does this even work?” she asked, her unexpected curiosity catching me off guard and leaving me scrambling to piece together an explanation that would do the sport justice.

“Well,” I sat up excitedly. “WAR matches play out in a series of seven individual fights — one for each weight class represented by the teams. Fighters showcase their skills and strategy as they battle it out on the WAR canvas.”

“What’s the goal?” Mum asked.

“The aim is to secure victories for their team. Each fight is one round and ends by Knockout or Submission.”

“Just how many teams are there?” she asked bemused.

"32 teams, Mum," I explained with a grin. "They’re divided into 8 groups. Teams fight within their groups, and the best two move on to the knockout stage."

To be exact, WAR has 32 teams that battle their way through qualification. Out of 108 nations, only the best teams make it to the tournament stage.

“That’s when the real pressure begins,” Dad added, “with teams facing off in the Round of 16, the quarterfinals, semifinals, and then the ultimate showdown — the finals.”

“All sounds a bit barbaric if you ask me,” Mum quipped.

She looked up at the far-right corner of my bedroom and a faraway look came over her as she assessed the fight medals and trophies that I had collected since childhood. These all hung from shelves alongside posters featuring the legendary fighters of Team New Zealand — my favourite of them all being the one of Carter Flynn. Just below that were shelves lined with books about fighting techniques and biographies of famous fighters. I even had a couple of graphic novels on classic matches. My training gear was neatly stacked in the bottom of the corner — gloves, shin guards, and my prized jiu-jitsu gear. Her gaze pulled up and across my desk where a small trophy from my first junior tournament had always sat. They were all reminders of my early days in the sport.

I watched her as she then shifted her eyes to the screen where the camera was panning across the roaring crowd and the grandiose setup. The energy was electric, and the commentators’ voices added to the intensity.

“It’s Team New Zealand vs. Team USA,”
Even from our spot on the sofa in my room, Gareth’s booming voice seemed to echo through the cold streets of Auckland. His commentary carried the weight of anticipation, each word resonating deeply, as though the chill of the night outside was charged with his polarizing energy.
“Tension is electrifying, folks. Prepare yourselves for an unforgettable night!”

“Duke,” Gareth said. “I have to tell you that this never gets old for me. The championship bout, where the top two teams face off in an epic showdown to determine the ultimate winner, has to be my favourite part.”

“Mine too, Gareth. The fans, the spectators, the prestige — it’s all electrifying.” Duke replied, his tone buzzing with anticipation.

“Well, those two seem excited,” Mum chimed in.

“That’s Duke and Gareth,” I said very matter-of-factly. “They’ve been announcing for WAR for as far back as I can remember.”

“It’s the way of the legacy, love,” Dad said. “It’s all about sportsmanship and inspiring future generations of MMA fighters.”

“It’s what got me fighting,” I said as I looked around at my trophies.

“I already don’t like it. Don’t rub salt in it,” Mum replied as she followed my gaze and side-eyed the medals she had just been looking at prior.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. In case you’re just tuning in, I am your commentator, Gareth Kelly,” Gareth announced.

“And I am Duke Kensington,” Duke added. “I cannot wait for this match. This is the final we’ve all been waiting for! Team New Zealand vs. Team USA — two teams that have torn through the tournament with unmatched ferocity. Team New Zealand is preparing their Haka.”

The Haka was a revered tradition that had stood as more than a display of strength. It was a symbol of unity that bound the team together in spirit. While opponents saw it as intimidation, its true power cut much deeper than that. It fortified the grit of Team New Zealand and made them indomitable. I fully got it. The Haka was enough to send chills down your spine so it was no wonder it made the fighters feel insanely powerful.

On the screen, Team New Zealand got into their traditional formation with Captain Carter Flynn leading the charge. From the streets of Auckland to the official arena on Fight Island, the crowds went silent. The arena dazzled with its grandeur, showing just what a large-scale event this was. You’d think that 70,000 seats were a lot, and under normal circumstances, it probably would be. But considering this was an event of global proportions, those 70,000 seats filled up quickly. That’s why arena spectatorship was reserved for the elite. This event was all about power and prestige.

As Team New Zealand faced off against Team USA in formation, the atmosphere shifted. The crowd’s roar surged, a tidal wave of sound that threatened to consume the arena. The moment crackled with intensity as if the world held its breath for what was about to unfold.

“Stand as one, warriors of New Zealand!” Captain Carter Flynn thundered, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. It echoed across the stadium, commanding attention and respect.

In unison, Team New Zealand replied, their voices deep and resonant: “We stand as one! Warriors united!”

“The strength within us endures! The courage in our hearts ignites!” Flynn bellowed, his words a challenge to their adversaries and a promise to their nation.

“Our strength will not falter! Our bravery will not break!” The team's response boomed like thunder, their collective energy surging through the arena.

“For New Zealand! For the black and silver! We fight! We rise!” Flynn roared, his voice shaking the very air.

“BE STRONG! BE UNITED! BE A WARRIOR OF NEW ZEALAND! I AH-HA!” Flynn’s battle cry was raw, primal, filled with defiance and resolve. The team mirrored his energy, their voices merging into one, shaking the arena with its force.

A new rhythm erupted as they chanted in a ferocious crescendo: "A warrior! A warrior! We are strong! We are united! We fight for New Zealand! Always and forever!”

Then, with perfect timing, they punctuated each word with a defiant gesture: “TEAM IN BLACK! TEAM IN BLACK! TEAM IN BLACK! TEAM IN BLACK!” Their cries filled the arena as they pounded their chests and delivered the iconic throat-slitting gesture, tongues out, eyes blazing.

“HAH!” they shouted as one, their final war cry erupting like an explosion, sending chills through every corner of the stadium.

The crowd erupted in awe, the haka radiating power and unity, leaving Team USA staring into the eyes of warriors ready for battle.

“Crazy,” Dad said. “Gives me chills every time!”

“They seem like a scary bunch,” Mum added.

“That’s kinda the point, Mum,” I chuckled.

As the echoes of the Haka faded, Gareth couldn't contain his awe.

“That was absolutely incredible! I got goosebumps, Duke. How about you?” he exclaimed.

His voice was filled with admiration for the spectacle they had just witnessed.

“Every time, Gareth, every time,” Duke responded,

“Hah!” Dad blurted out with a knee slap. “Looks like we’re not the only ones!”

“Alright,” Duke continued. “Let's start with the tale of the tape for the first bout. Bantamweights Jetty Pat and Abel Swift will be kicking off the show," he announced, transitioning seamlessly into the anticipation of the upcoming match.

Tale of the Tape:
Super Featherweight Bout

The words on the screen read:

Jetty Pat brings devastating striking power combined with a high-level jiu-jitsu game, making him a formidable threat in every area of the fight. Meanwhile, Abel Swift relies on his exceptional wrestling skills to control the pace of the fight, supported by a solid striking arsenal and a respectable level of jiu-jitsu proficiency. With their skills finely matched, this bout promises to deliver fireworks inside the WAR arena.

I was literally on the edge of my seat as the bell tolled.

As it did, the Super Featherweight bout between Jetty Pat and Abel Swift exploded into action. Jetty Pat wasted no time, launching a relentless assault with his lightning-fast strikes.

“Oh, man! Jetty Pat is coming out swinging right from the start! His striking is on another level,” Gareth said.

“Absolutely, Gareth!” Duke added. “Jetty Pat is known for his aggressive style and he’s not holding anything back tonight.”

“Abel Swift's trying to find his rhythm, but Jetty Pat's just overwhelming him with his speed and precision.”

The fight was taking shape as it played out on the famous WAR canvas that was easily 40 yards long and 25 yards wide. The fighters looked fearsome as they went to blows in their rash guards that were adorned with their country flags. Their shorts swished as they landed bare-knuckled strike after strike.

Jetty Pat's aggression was terrifying as he closed the distance, peppering Abel Swift with a barrage of punches and kicks. Abel Swift attempted to counter, but he struggled to find an answer to Jetty Pat's speed and precision. Despite Swift’s efforts to initiate grappling exchanges, Pat maintained his distance.

“His footwork is insane,” I said as I watched in awe.

“And those evasive manoeuvres are really keeping him out of danger,” Mum added.

Dad and I looked over at Mum and just managed to keep our jaws from hitting the floor in unison.

“It’s like Swift can't get a moment to breathe, Gareth. Pat's just all over him!” Duke’s voice snapped us back to reality.

Jetty Pat’s striking was relentless. He landed a powerful right hook that staggered Abel, followed by a lightning-fast combination of punches and kicks that kept his opponent on the back foot. Abel, though shaken, managed to shoot for a takedown, but Jetty sprawled expertly. He defended the attempt with ease and quickly returned to his striking.

“Swift's trying to use his wrestling, but Pat's takedown defence is impeccable,” Gareth’s voice called out over the manic shouts from the spectators.

“Pat’s blending his striking with his takedown defence beautifully. Swift’s in trouble.”

In a brief moment of respite, Abel landed a solid jab, but Jetty countered with a brutal leg kick that nearly swept Abel off his feet. The crowd roared as Jetty followed up with a spinning elbow that grazed Abel’s chin.

“Oooooh!” Dad and I grimaced in unison.

The blow sent Abel reeling.

“What a spinning elbow!” Gareth shouted. “Jetty Pat is showing his entire arsenal tonight.”

“Swift’s got heart, but he’s being outclassed by Pat’s versatility and speed. I mean, Pat’s an absolute animal out there tonight.”

Jetty sensed the end was near and ramped up his aggression. He threw a devastating uppercut that snapped Abel’s head back, followed by a right cross that connected with a resounding thud. Abel wobbled and his legs barely held him up. Jetty didn’t even let up for a second. He landed a crushing left hook that sent Abel crashing to the canvas. Without hesitation, Jetty followed up with a series of hammer fists that forced the referee to step in and stop the fight.

“Incredible! Jetty Pat lands a devastating combination and there it is! Abel Swift hits the canvas!” Gareth bellowed.

“The referee steps in, and it's all over! What a display of dominance from Jetty Pat! Jetty Pat with a knockout victory!”

The crowd erupted into cheers as Jetty Pat celebrated his victory. His performance left no doubt as to the outcome of the bout. Abel Swift, though defeated, was helped to his feet by the medical team. He stood courageously in the face of a formidable opponent. We could tell that Jetty Pat was breathing heavily but, in his victorious moment, he raised his arms to the sky and basked in the adulation of the crowd.

“As we catch our breath after that explosive Super Featherweight bout, ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the heavyweight clash of the titans!” Gareth announced.

“That's right, Gareth! With Team New Zealand currently holding a one-point lead, this next bout could be crucial in determining the overall outcome of the match,” Duke added.

Tale of the Tape:
Heavyweight Bout

The words on the screen read:

Tane Mitchell has well-rounded skills set against Brick Johnson’s imposing wrestling pedigree and equally overwhelming striking power. Mitchell’s striking prowess and jiu-jitsu proficiency are put to the test against Johnson’s dominant wrestling and striking precision. With both fighters hungry for victory, the stage is set for an electrifying battle inside the WAR arena.

With the referee’s signal, the bout got underway, and both fighters immediately launched into action. You could see it in Tane Mitchell’s face. He was fuelled by a steely determination to win. He charges forward with an unexpected burst of aggression that caught Brick Johnson off guard and the crowd rose to its feet. Even this early on in the fight, the arena was losing its mind over the scenes unfolding before their very eyes. But Johnson was known for his powerful strikes and took me a moment to realize that he had been completely stunned by Mitchell’s onslaught.

“Mitchell is coming out swinging right from the start! He's not giving Johnson any room to breathe!” Gareth commented.

“But Johnson quickly recovers,” Duke added as he raised his brows in awe, “and fires back with a fierce counterattack! This fight is heating up fast!”

As the fight progressed, both fighters exchanged blows in a furious display of skill and determination. Johnson, who was unfazed by Mitchell’s initial aggression, began to find his rhythm and landed heavy shots that started to take their toll on Mitchell.

“Johnson is starting to assert himself now, Duke! His power shots are finding their mark, and Mitchell is feeling the pressure!”

“But don't count Mitchell out just yet, Gareth! He's still in this fight and showing no signs of backing down!”

“Right, I’m going to pop the kettle on,” Mum said as she stood up.

“How can you possibly think of tea at a time like this?” Dad asked, transfixed to the screen.

Mum replied as she walked out the door, but Dad just scoffed as he always did and went back to watching.

The fight continued with both fighters refusing to back down. Johnson and Mitchell traded blows that could practically be felt all across the globe. Each of them landed strikes in an exhilarating back-and-forth exchange. And just when we thought Mitchell would be down for the count, he landed a hard roundhouse kick across Johnson’s back.

“What a kick! The determination of both fighters is truly remarkable, Duke. They're giving it their all, refusing to give an inch.”

But just as suddenly as Mitchell seemed to recover, Johnson managed to get him to the ground.

“He’s going to…!” Duke began and, as if to finish his sentence, Johnson secured the mount position.

“That’s it! Johnson’s got Duke pinned with a mount and he is wailing on him!”

We watched as Johnson unleashed a flurry of punches, rocking Mitchell and leaving him vulnerable.

“This could be the beginning of the end, Gareth!”

“And look at that, Duke! Johnson transitions seamlessly into an armbar attempt! He's got it locked in tight!”

Mitchell struggled to escape, but Johnson’s technique was flawless. Mitchell’s eyes were filled with panic and they searched the crowd as if looking for answers. But with nowhere to go, he was forced to tap out and conceded victory to Johnson. The crowd erupted into cheers as Johnson stood to celebrate his victory.

“What a finish, Gareth! Brick Johnson with a brilliant display of grappling to secure the submission victory!”

“Absolutely, Duke! Johnson’s skill and determination proved to be too much for Mitchell to handle. With this victory, Team USA ties up the score at 1-1, setting the stage for an epic showdown in the remaining bouts.”

Tale of the Tape:
Women's Super Flyweight Bout

The words on the screen:

This Women's Super Flyweight clash promised to be yet another battle of contrasting styles, as Kate Rule’s formidable jiu-jitsu was set to meet Avery Thompson’s well-rounded skills. Rule’s mastery on the ground would be tested against Thompson’s striking prowess and wrestling ability.

“And here we go, folks! Kate Rule starting strong, diving in for a takedown to bring this fight to the ground,” Gareth announced.

Kate Rule dived for the takedown, aiming to utilize her superior jiu-jitsu skills. Avery Thompson tried to sprawl and create distance. Then, Thompson scrambled in an attempt to get back to her feet, but Rule stayed glued to her. Rule quickly secured a takedown and towered over Thompson.

“Thompson is trying to scramble back to her feet, Duke, but Rule is relentless. She’s holding that open guard position.”

As if on cue, Rule continued throwing punches from the top position, but Thompson delivered a sneaky up-kick that caught Kate Rule off guard.

“That rocked her, Gareth! Rule is in trouble now!”

Thompson got back to her feet and followed up with big strikes and secured a takedown before landing on top of Rule.

“Are you kidding me?! It’s a takedown from Thompson!”

From the top position, Thompson rained down punches on Rule, who desperately tried to defend. She looked for submission opportunities, but they never came.

“What a reversal of fortunes, Gareth! Can you believe what we’re witnessing?”

“I can’t believe it, Duke — but look at this!” Gareth exclaimed as he was stopped halfway through his sentence. “Rule locks in an armbar from the bottom!”

“Thompson is in trouble now, Gareth! She needs to defend against that submission attempt!”

Then, a moment came that no one expected. Using brute strength, Thompson lifted Rule up and slammed her to the canvas as she broke free from the submission attempt.

“Duke, are you with me? Do you see what’s happening? Thompson lifted Rule clear over her head!”

“Thompson is relentless, Gareth! She’s not giving Rule any chance to recover!”

“That Rule’s got so much heart,” Dad said. “How she’s managed to get back to her feet after a hit like that is beyond me.”

But Thompson kept the pressure on by landing a switch head kick as Rule got back up.

“And there it is! Thompson connects with a devastating high kick that sends Rule crashing to the canvas!”

The referee rushed in to stop the fight as Rule fell unconscious from the vicious high kick.

“It’s all over! What a knockout victory for Avery Thompson!” Gareth roared.

“An incredible performance from both fighters, Gareth, but tonight, it’s Avery Thompson who emerges victorious with a stunning knockout finish!”

“A brutal finish, Gareth! That kick was perfectly placed!”

“Absolutely, Duke! And with that knockout, Team USA now takes the lead in the finals — up 2-1.”

“What a turn of events. For everyone watching, I think it’s safe to say that none of us expected that. Team New Zealand needs to bounce back in the next bout if they want to keep their championship hopes alive.”

Tale of the Tape:
Super Middleweight Bout

The words on the screen:

Archer Cooper's striking prowess meets Eli Jones's wrestling dominance. Cooper's powerful strikes will be put to the test against Jones's grappling skills. With both fighters eager for victory, the stage is set for an intense showdown in the WAR arena.

“Here we go!” Gareth announced as the next round was about to get underway. “Archer Cooper’s striking prowess meets Eli Jones’s wrestling dominance. Cooper's powerful strikes will be put to the test against Jones’s grappling skills. With both fighters eager for victory, the stage is set for an intense showdown in the WAR arena.”

“Yes, folks, the Super Middleweight bout is underway, and it’s shaping up to be a thriller! Archer Cooper and Eli Jones are already trading aggressive blows in the centre of the arena!”

“Cooper’s striking is looking crisp, Gareth! He’s landing some solid shots early on.”

“Absolutely, Duke! But Jones is no slouch either. He’s firing back with some heavy strikes of his own!”

Cooper started the fight with a flurry of punches and leg kicks, keeping Jones on the defensive. Jones attempted to counter with strikes, but Cooper’s unyielding assault was causing some serious damage. At one point, I could have sworn I saw a tooth fly out across the canvas and land just outside the canvas, but apparently, no one else spotted it because there wasn’t a word from the commentators.

“Anybody for tea?” Mum called from the kitchen.

“Yes, please!” Dad called back.

“No, thanks,” I followed up.

“Jones needs to be careful, Gareth!” Duke yelled. “Those leg kicks from Cooper are starting to take their toll.”

“You're right, Duke! Those leg kicks are adding up, and Jones seems to be feeling the effects.”

“100% Gareth. Cooper’s leg kicks seem to be causing some damage, Gareth! Jones needs to find an answer for those kicks.”

Jones attempted to change the momentum by going for a takedown in desperation to bring the fight to the ground.

“Indeed, Duke! But Jones isn't backing down. He shoots for a takedown!”

“And Jones lands the takedown! He’s now in top position, looking to capitalize on the ground!”

“But Cooper isn't giving up easily! He’s defending well from the bottom and manages to avoid any significant damage.”

Cooper remained composed, defending against Jones’s ground assault and working to get back to his feet.

“Jones is relentless! He takes Cooper's back, looking to secure a rear naked choke!”

“Cooper's in trouble now, Duke! But he's showing incredible heart tonight!”

Cooper fought off the rear naked choke attempt as he refused to give in to Jones’s pressure.

“Cooper escapes and gets back to his feet! What a turnaround, Gareth!”

“And now Cooper is back on the offensive, landing strikes with bad intentions!”

Cooper unleashed a barrage of punches and knees that overwhelmed Jones and forced the referee to step in and stop the fight.

“And that's it! Archer Cooper with a dominant performance, securing the victory for Team New Zealand,” Duke announced.

“What an incredible display of skill and determination from Archer Cooper! He weathered the storm and came back with a vengeance, securing a crucial victory for Team New Zealand!” Gareth followed up after the official score was displayed.

“I’m telling you, Gareth. I’ve never been on such a rollercoaster of emotions in all my years of commentary. What a fight and the crowd here at the WAR arena is absolutely electrified!”

“The atmosphere is simply wild, Duke! The fans are on their feet, cheering for both fighters after witnessing such an intense battle! I think it’s safe to say that this is going to come down to the wire.”

“And it's no surprise, Gareth! These fighters have left it all on the line tonight, delivering one of the most thrilling matchups we’ve seen in WAR history! It’s going to be a nail-biter!”

“It looks like the excitement isn't just confined to this arena. The WAR 25 finals are currently trending number one worldwide on social media!”

“Clearly, the entire world is watching as these warriors clash inside the arena, and the folks at home are not disappointed with what they’re seeing!”

“With the score tied at 2-2, it’s anyone's game as we head into the next bout. Get ready, folks, because up next, we have the Lightweight fight!”

“Here you go,” Mum said as edged back into the room with two cups of tea — one in each hand. She had a box of biscuits tucked under her arm that looked a little worse for wear having been slightly crushed in its position, but she passed them around just as soon as she had set her cup down on the table and we all tucked in.

“Ahh, now I do want some tea,” I said with tiny crumbs tumbling from the corner of my mouth.

“Oi, I just vacuumed in here today!” Mum protested. “Well, you can make your own cuppa now.”

“Sorry, Mum,” I said as I turned the volume up on the TV to make sure I wouldn’t miss a beat and dashed for the kitchen.

I could hear the commentary from the kitchen.

“It's Kai Mercer representing Team New Zealand, taking on Kevin Cruz for Team USA. This is going to be another epic showdown!” Duke began.

Better hurry! I thought to myself as I grabbed a cup from the cupboard above the kettle and popped a teabag in. I poured the water in as quickly as I could, lugged in a teaspoon of sugar, and dashed in some milk before bounding the corner with quick but small steps.

“Stay tuned, folks! You won't want to miss a single moment of the action here at WAR 25!”

“Ah, really? Commercial break. I didn’t need to rush like that!” I said.

“You really should be getting to bed anyway. You have practice tomorrow,” Mum insisted.

“It won’t be long, Mum, please,” I begged.

“Don’t look at me,” she went on. “I’m not the one who’s going to be moody and groggy in the morning.”

“I won’t be moody. I promise,” I replied with a smile.

The commercial break was over just as soon as the words left my mouth and the camera panned to the fighters preparing for the next bout, the tension in the arena was palpable as the anticipation built for the upcoming clash.

Tale of the Tape:
Super Lightweight Bout

The words on the screen read:

This Super Lightweight bout is a special one as Kai Mercer’s powerful striking takes on Kevin Cruz’s formidable wrestling and jiu-jitsu skills. With Mercer aiming to land heavy blows and Cruz seeking to control the fight on the ground, we’re in for the match of a lifetime.

“Let’s get ready for the Super Lightweight bout!” Gareth said as the bell rang. “Kai Mercer starting off strong, showcasing his striking skills with precise punches and kicks”

“Mercer’s hands look sharp early on, Gareth! He’s dictating the pace with his aggressive offense.”

Mercer quickly landed several effective combinations. However, Cruz landed a couple of well-timed check left hooks that staggered Mercer and momentarily shifted the momentum.

“That left hook seemed to stun Mercer, Gareth! He’s clearly been shaken by that shot.”

“But Mercer quickly recovers and fires back with a flurry of strikes, not allowing Cruz to capitalize on the moment!”

Mercer’s resilience was truly something to behold. I had taken a hit just once like that in my life and it sent me sprawling. I was down and out. But Mercer — he was like a beast. For a minute it almost looked like Cruz was hitting a brick wall. Mercer just refused to let that shot deter him from his game plan.

“Cruz isn’t backing down! He lands another check left hook that rocks Mercer again!” Gareth boomed

“Mercer’s hurt, Gareth! He’s in trouble now.”

“In a desperate attempt to turn the tide, Mercer shoots for a takedown!”

“But Cruz catches him in a guillotine!” Duke yelled.

“Mercer's in trouble now, Duke! He's caught in Cruz’s submission hold!”

Despite being hurt, Mercer had continued to press forward, only to be caught by Cruz in a guillotine choke during Mercer’s takedown attempt.

“This could be it, Gareth! Mercer needs to find a way out of this guillotine!”

Mercer was a scene of thrashing arms and legs as panic set in and he tried his hardest to wriggle free from Cruz’s grip.

“I see a hand, Duke!” Gareth commented.

Mercer’s hand was raised and we could all see the contemplation in his eyes. But it wasn’t long before he slammed his hand onto the canvas and pounded it repeatedly. Just like that, Cruz secured the submission victory and earned a vital point for Team USA in this closely contested matchup.

“There it is! Mercer has tapped out! What a turnaround!”

“An incredible display of grappling from Cruz! Team USA takes the lead with this crucial victory!” Duke added.

“An incredible turn of events, folks!” Gareth began. “With that stunning victory, Team USA is just one point away from claiming the WAR championship!”

“No way!” I shouted at the screen, almost tossing my cup of tea in the process.

“Don’t worry, son. We still have a shot at taking the trophy,” Dad added.

“Not with Team USA hammering New Zealand like this. It’s a bloodbath out there,” I replied as I set my cup down on my nightstand.

“Team USA has 3 points and you already know what that means, THE CAPTAIN IS RELEASED. All eyes are on the great Harper Steele. Team USA’s captain is not just any fighter — she’s one of the biggest superstars in the world!” Duke announced.

“Ah, we’re toast!” I groaned as I dropped back on my bed.

“Duke, Harper Steele's record is nothing short of legendary. She’s never tasted defeat in her career and boasts an astonishing 90% KO/TKO finish rate!” Gareth chimed in just as I was accepting defeat.

“Unbelievable stats, Gareth! It’s no wonder she’s considered the favourite for ‘Fighter of the Tournament.’ With the finals on the line, this could be her moment to cement her legacy in WAR history!”

“But let's not forget about the opposition. Zara McKenzie of Team New Zealand is no pushover. She’s got the heart of a lion and will stop at nothing to keep her team's dreams alive in this championship battle!”

“This is going to be an epic clash, Gareth! Steele’s undefeated streak against McKenzie’s indomitable spirit — anything can happen tonight!”

“And here comes the Tale of the Tape,” Gareth said as the screen flashed to the women’s stats.

Tale of the Tape:
Women's Super Bantamweight Bout

The words on the screen read:

This Women’s Super Bantamweight clash presents a stark contrast in skill sets, with Zara McKenzie bringing a balanced arsenal of striking and jiu-jitsu against Harper Steele’s dominance in all areas of the fight game. Steele’s unparalleled proficiency in striking, wrestling, and jiu-jitsu makes her a force to be reckoned with, while McKenzie’s resilience and technical prowess promise an exciting matchup.

As the energy in the arena set the entire world ablaze, I was covered in goosebumps. Whichever team won; the scenes onscreen were like no other. The rich and powerful elite were on the edges of their seats. It all just fuelled the intensity of the moment. In their corners, both opponents prepared for the impending battle with their determination etched on their faces. For Team USA’s Captain, Harper Steele, this was more than just a fight. It was a defining moment — a now-or-never opportunity to lead her team to victory in the WAR finals.

“And the bell rings! The fight is underway! Both Harper Steele and Zara McKenzie starting cautiously, gauging each other’s distance.” Gareth announced their commencement.

“Steele is looking composed,” Duke said. “She’s throwing out feeler shots, trying to find her range. McKenzie staying evasive, not giving Steele an easy target.”

Harper Steele initially dominated with her aggressive striking. With each calculated move, she sought to assert her dominance and control the pace of the fight. On the other hand, McKenzie, who was known for her resilience and tactical prowess, navigated the open terrain with a strategic mindset. She analysed her opponent’s movements and patiently waited for her opportunity to strike.

“But wait, here comes Steele! She suddenly unleashes a hammer of combinations — connecting with thunderous punches and body kicks!” Gareth winced

“Steele’s aggression catching McKenzie off guard! She’s landing some heavy shots!”

“Oh, a flying knee from Steele!” Gareth yelled as he stood with his hands over his head. “It lands flush, right on McKenzie’s nose!”

“That's gotta hurt! McKenzie is reeling from that shot!”

McKenzie threw a right cross, unwittingly creating an opening for Steele to exploit. This was just the strategic nature of combat sports like this — where split-second decisions can determine the course of a bout. They were wailing on one another and neither of them showed signs of backing down.

“McKenzie attempts to retaliate with a strike of her own, but Steele seizes the opportunity and effortlessly takes her down!”

“Steele now in a dominant position is just raining down punches and knees on McKenzie!” Duke added.

As Harper Steele secured the takedown after seizing the opening created by Zara McKenzie’s right punch, the momentum of the fight shifted in her favour. From top position, Steele wasted no time in asserting her supremacy. She struck McKenzie repeatedly and her stunned opponent was starting to go weak at the knees. With each impactful blow, Steele showcased her striking skill and control over the fight.

Transitioning smoothly through McKenzie’s guard, Steele continued to land significant strikes. She exploited every single opening with precision and power. From half guard, she maintained relentless pressure, peppering McKenzie with strikes that reverberated across the open field arena. And as the fight progressed, Steele’s dominance only grew more pronounced. With calculated precision, she advanced her position and delivered bone-crushing elbows as she passed McKenzie’s guard. Each strike carried the weight of her willpower as she sought to overcome her opponent with sheer force.

In a bold display of confidence, Steele looked down at her opponent and shouted, “Stand up. We’re not done!”

“Oh, my God! Steele orders McKenzie to stand up, and reluctantly, she complies. But Steele continues to dominate on her feet! This is incredible, Duke.”

“She’s picking her shots with surgical precision, Gareth! McKenzie’s got her work cut out for her!”

Steele found her rhythm once again, unleashing a series of blistering combinations that threatened to overwhelm Zara McKenzie. With precision and ferocity, she targeted McKenzie’s defences. She saw her window and at a critical moment, Steele unleashed a thunderous left hook to the body that found its mark.

“She’s down! McKenzie is down! Steele drops McKenzie with a devastating left hook to the body!”

As the fight raged on, Harper Steele’s onslaught intensified as she maintained top position in Zara McKenzie’s guard. With each blow, Steele’s confidence grew. Her face was like stone. She was so zoned into her mission. Victory was within her grasp.

“Come on McKenzie! Get up!” Dad bellowed at the TV spluttering cookie crumbs all over my bedroom floor. He quickly scooped them up. “Ah, your mother’s going to have my head.”

“Just push them under my bed for now,” I chuckled.

“McKenzie is down, and Steele dives into her guard, unleashing a serious ground-and-pound!”

As the relentless strikes continued, Zara McKenzie displayed unfathomable grit. She seized an opportunity amidst the chaos. With Harper Steele’s assault showing no signs of abating, McKenzie saw an opening and expertly transitioned.

“But hold on! McKenzie locks in a tight triangle choke!”

Steele summoned every ounce of strength, hoping to power her way out of the precarious situation. But McKenzie’s triangle choke remained locked in tight, refusing to yield even as Steele struggled to break free. Undeterred by Steele’s desperate manoeuvres, McKenzie maintained her composure and shut her eyes as she held onto the submission for dear life.

As Steele’s efforts to escape grew more frantic, McKenzie capitalized on the opening, using Steele’s own momentum against her to tighten the choke even further. With each passing moment, the pressure mounted and the intensity of the hold threatened to overwhelm Steele as she struggled to find a way out. Despite the perilous situation, Steele refused to concede defeat. She just would not back down as she continued to battle against the odds. Yet, even as she attempted to mount a counterattack, McKenzie remained steadfast as she weathered Steele's onslaught.

“Steele keeps trying to power out of it, but McKenzie’s got it locked in deep!” Duke commented.

“Steele attempts to lift McKenzie for a slam, but it’s not working! She’s trapped in McKenzie's triangle! Could this be it, ladies and gentlemen? The comeback of a century for McKenzie?”

“I think so, Gareth. Steele’s really in for a world of hurt now! She’s trying to land strikes from inside the triangle, but she’s fading fast!”

“STEELE IS OUT COLD! What a turnaround! McKenzie takes it! UNBELIEVABLE!” Gareth shouted.

“Unbelievable! McKenzie pulls off the upset with a tight triangle choke submission!”

“YES!!!” Dad boomed as he turned to stand and hug me.

“Yes!!” I returned as I hugged him back.

“We’re still in this thing!” he shouted.

“You two quieten down in there!” Mum yelled. “The neighbours will call the bobbies!”

“Sorry, Mum,” I called back.

“Yeah, sorry, Love,” Dad added.

The aftermath of the Harper Steele vs. Zara McKenzie bout left the audience in a state of disbelief. Harper Steele, the crowd favourite and undefeated superstar, falling victim to Zara McKenzie’s relentless determination and cunning submission skills — it was a sight to behold. Many had counted McKenzie out under the assumption that Steele’s dominance would prevail, but the unexpected submission sent shockwaves through the arena.

As the crowd grappled with the reality of Steele’s defeat, whispers and murmurs filled the air. They were punctuated by sporadic gasps and cheers. This unexpected turn of events had completely altered the trajectory of the finals — proving once again that in WAR, anything can happen.

“Well, folks, you couldn’t have scripted it any better! What a shocking turn of events in that last bout!” Gareth said as he sounded winded.

“I’m amazed, Gareth! Harper Steele, the undisputed superstar, taken down by the underdog, Zara McKenzie! But that’s the beauty of WAR. Expect the unexpected!”

“The crowd here at Fight Island is still buzzing with excitement and disbelief. Steele’s defeat has certainly thrown a wrench into the finals.”

“But you know what they say, Gareth, it ain't over till it’s over! And with the score tied at 3-3, it’s all coming down to this final bout between Carter Flynn and Bobby Max!”

“After that fight, I don’t think my heart can take anymore. The tension in here is insane. The anticipation is through the roof as we gear up for the final fight. This determines the global champion. Strap yourselves in, folks, because this is where the magic happens!”

Tale of the Tape:
Super Welterweight Bout

The words on the screen:

This Super Welterweight showdown promises to be a battle of contrasting styles, with Carter Flynn's well-rounded skill set facing off against Bobby Max's exceptional wrestling prowess. Flynn's striking expertise and jiu-jitsu mastery will be put to the test against Max's dominant wrestling and solid defensive jiu-jitsu. With both fighters hungry for victory, the stage is set for an electrifying showdown inside the WAR arena.

“I’ve got to use the loo before this one,” Dad said. “That tea is making its way out of me.”

He walked across the hallway to the bathroom and called out from the ajar door.

“What does it say?”

“This Super Welterweight showdown promises to be a battle of contrasting styles, with Carter Flynn’s well-rounded skill set facing off against Bobby Max’s exceptional wrestling prowess,” I read the screen stats back to him. “Flynn's striking expertise and jiu-jitsu mastery will be put to the test against Max’s dominant wrestling and solid defensive jiu-jitsu.”

“Is it starting?” Dad called.

“Just about,” I replied.

I heard the toilet flush and the tap come on just as Gareth began his announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it all comes down to this moment! After a series of intense battles, breathtaking submissions, and jaw-dropping knockouts, we've reached the pinnacle of the WAR 25 finals!”

“That’s right, Gareth! And now, with the score deadlocked at 3-3, it's time for the ultimate showdown between two titans of the welterweight division!”

“Introducing first, representing Team New Zealand, the fearless leader and captain, Carter Flynn! Known for his unparalleled skill, gritty attitude, and unwavering loyalty to his team, Flynn is a force to be reckoned with!”

“And his opponent, representing Team USA, the formidable Bobby Max! With lightning-fast strikes, unmatched agility, and an indomitable spirit, Max is ready to fight tooth and nail for victory!”

“And let's not forget, folks,” Gareth continued, “for Carter Flynn, this isn’t just any fight. It’s his final tournament and his last chance to leave his mark on the WAR stage. What better way to cement his legacy than by leading Team New Zealand to their first-ever WAR championship!”

“Chills, Gareth,” Duke said. “You just gave me chills. Flynn’s been a pillar of strength for his team throughout the tournament, and winning the championship would be the ultimate culmination of his illustrious career.”

“But we can’t forget that standing in his way is Bobby Max — a fighter who has faced his fair share of setbacks in this tournament. That said, if there’s ever a time for redemption, it’s now. A victory over Flynn would not only secure the championship for Team USA but also serve as a personal redemption for Max.”

“This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for! It’s Team New Zealand versus Team USA in the WAR 25 finals, and it’s about to go down! This is going to be one for the history books. Never in all 25 years of WAR has there been a deciding final on a penultimate draw. This is absolutely incredible!”

As Carter Flynn and Bobby Max stood across from each other in the centre of the open field arena, there was an undeniable thickness in the air. It was a mixture of tension, apprehension, excitement, and unknowing. The crowd roared and their cheers echoed through the arena. But for a moment, it felt like time had slowed down around the opponents.”

Flynn had a storied career and reputation as one of New Zealand’s finest fighters. He exuded confidence as he gazed across at Max. Flynn was determined to make his final tournament count by bringing home New Zealand’s first WAR championship. On the other side, Bobby Max stood tall and ready to prove himself on the grandest stage. Despite facing setbacks earlier in the tournament, Max knew that a victory against Flynn would not only redeem his performance but also solidify his place in the history of WAR. As the referee signalled for the bout to begin, the crowd reached a deafening crescendo. The eyes all through the arena were dry and peeled wide. No one wanted to blink for fear of missing out on even a sliver of the action. They were all eager to witness the clash between these two warriors as was I. The fate of the championship was hanging in the balance.

“The tension is palpable as Carter Flynn and Bobby Max square off in the final bout of the evening!” Gareth announced.

As I watched the final moments of the championship match unfold on the screen in front of me, a knot of anticipation tightened in my stomach. Team New Zealand’s fate would soon be sealed, and every punch — every move — felt like a heartbeat echoing in the cavernous depths of the arena. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I sat perfectly still.

“And here we are, folks,” Duke Kensington’s voice boomed through the arena, “Team New Zealand and Team USA tied at 3 wins apiece. This final fight will decide it all! The winner of this bout takes their team to victory. The pressure doesn’t get any higher than this!

“Both fighters are showing tremendous patience, Gareth. They’re carefully gauging each other’s movements, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Bobby Max has struggled with southpaw fighters in the past, and Carter Flynn is one of the best in the game.”

“It's a game of cat and mouse in there, Duke.”

Carter Flynn, fighting out of the southpaw stance, charged forward with an overhand left followed by a quick right jab. However, Bobby Max, in his orthodox stance, read the attack perfectly. Stepping back with precision, he countered with a devastating right hook that landed flush on Flynn’s chin.

“OH, MY GOODNESS! That’s a clean shot from Max! Flynn is DOWN!” Gareth shouted as he recoiled in his chair.

“Unbelievable! Max capitalizes immediately, swarming Flynn with ground and pound!”

“BUT THE REFEREE STEPS IN, AND IT’S ALL OVER! CARTER FLYNN IS OUT, AND BOBBY MAX CLAIMS A STUNNING VICTORY!”

“I can't believe what we just witnessed, Gareth! BOBBY MAX pulls off the upset with a perfectly timed counter! It’s over, folks. It’s all over in mere seconds. WOW!”

As the referee signalled the end of the match, the arena erupted into an explosion of sound and colour. Bobby Max stood victorious, breathing heavily but with a triumphant smile on his face. The crowd’s cheers reached a fever pitch, filling the open field arena with a deafening roar. Fireworks exploded in the night sky, casting brilliant colours across the ecstatic faces of the fans. People were in tears and felt my heart sink. The living legend went out without a final win.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible finish! Bobby Max has done it! He’s secured the victory for Team USA in the WAR 25 final!” Gareth announced as the fanfare continued.

“This is nothing short of spectacular, Gareth! Max has redeemed himself in the grandest way possible, and the crowd loves every moment of it!”

“Shit,” I grunted.

“Language!” Dad snapped.

“Sorry, Dad,” I quickly chimed in with a lowered gaze.

“But, yes,” he said softly. “Seconded.”

As Bobby Max raised his arms in victory, the arena lights dimmed and a spotlight focused on the victorious fighter. Confetti began to fall from the rafters and created a shimmering cascade of red, white, and blue that blanketed the arena floor.

“Look at this celebration, Duke! It’s a scene of pure jubilation! The fans are on their feet, and the atmosphere is sensational!”

“This is a moment that will be remembered for ages. Bobby Max has not only won the match but has cemented his place in WAR history with a knockout like that!”

The giant screens around the arena replayed the decisive moment in slow motion, capturing Max’s perfect counterpunch and the referee’s final call. Fans waved flags and banners as they chanted Max’s name in unison. The sound of the crowd was heightened by the rhythmic pounding of drums and the blare of trumpets. The celebratory ambience was magnificent.

“What a journey it’s been for Bobby Max and Team USA. From underdogs to champions, they’ve shown resilience, skill, and heart every step of the way.”

“And what a way for Max to redeem himself! This victory is not just for him but for every fan who believed in him. Tonight, he’s a hero.”

Max was still elevated by his teammates as he took a moment to soak in the atmosphere. He pointed to the sky in a gesture of gratitude and triumph before being handed his country flag. He wrapped it around his shoulders with pride and bowed his head as a single tear fell from his eye.

“There goes the hero with his cape, Duke. This is what WAR is all about — passion, perseverance, and the thrill of competition. Bobby Max has given us a night to remember!”

“Indeed, Gareth. Tonight, history has been made at Fight Island. Congratulations to Bobby Max, Team USA, and all the incredible fighters who made WAR 25 an unforgettable event!”

As the celebration continued, the fireworks intensified and painted the sky in vibrant hues. The crowd’s energy showed no signs of waning as their cheers blended with the music that now filled the arena.

“I just have to say one more time for the folks at home just how massive the energy is over here. And what a final bout it was! Bobby Max’s knockout punch will go down in history as one of the most memorable moments in WAR.” Gareth said.

“And commiserations to Team New Zealand. They fought valiantly, but tonight belongs to Team USA,” Duke added.

“That's right, Duke. It’s been an unforgettable night of fights, and we can’t wait to see what the future holds for WAR.”

“I’m with you on that one, Gareth. But for now, let’s celebrate the new champions and the incredible display of skill and determination we witnessed tonight.”

“Agreed. Duke, it’s been an honour to be a part of this historic event with you and from all of us here at the WAR arena, thank you for joining us. Good night.”

As the celebrations for Team USA’s victory began to subside, Dad and I were left feeling a little deflated as we sat watching the outcome of the match unfold on the screen. I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me and my eyes welled up with tears as I watched the victorious Team USA. But Dad noticed my distress and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

“That's the fight game, son,” he said softly. “Sometimes you're the hammer, and sometimes you're the nail.”

I sniffled, trying to hold back my tears, but Dad’s comforting words provided some solace.

“It's time to go to bed, Martial. You have to wake up early for training tomorrow.”

Before leaving the room, my dad turned back and looked at me with a reassuring smile.

“One day, you'll be a great fighter,” he said with conviction. “I believe in you.”

I nodded and smiled through tears as he grabbed both of our cups and headed out of the room.

As I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling that night, the events of the fights replayed in my mind like a broken record. It was a night I would never forget — a night that had left an permanent mark on my soul. As sleep finally claimed me, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future would bring…not for them, but for me.