Introduction

Hey All
Todd Here!
I started cyberfighting back on discord, a friend of mine recommended this place so I'm surveying to see how this all goes then
Also guys, i only do mixed, please respect that

Update:
So I figure I should paint a grander picture of what I'm all about

In all honesty, I avoid it because my tastes are in constant flux, sure, my background IS wrestling and keeping it pretty damn erotic (what can I say, it's a kink after all) but sometimes, on the 50/50 of pro to ero, one's a percent higher, or 10, or 20, or friggin 50. That said, I also box, I do NHB, even gave submission grappling a go, I'd say I'm a pretty all-around type fella, even if I'm not what you'd call an expert in any of the styles, sans pro.

To me, the importance of writing comes down to story telling and emotion. Realism is great and all, but it shouldn't (to me) supersede the chemistry between me and my opponent, predictably, that means I like stuff a little over the top--ok ALOT over the top, but again, that's subject to change.

Essentially, let's chat, let's see if we can find common ground, let's see if we can make each other feel something, be it carnal pleasure, or something deeper!

I always try to be a good person, no judgmental shit, but I can be impatient and restless, for that, I apologize.

Update part 2: So I've started doing "reboots" i.e., taking really bad posts and turning them into something mildly better, have a look below at one I'm particularly proud of

Before (NOT MINE)
"Gets slammed onto concrete "Nice one, babe" Gets up, puts you in a torture rack, fingers u"

After (MINE)

There was but a split second before I plunge to the harsh, unforgiving concrete...I can't tell you what's worse, the time that felt like hours, or a crash so heinously violent, it made the years of battles, of recovery, of building up and tearing down, it made it all fade away in an instant. My body? CRACK!!! "GAHHHHHHH!" convulses as it leaves a hole ...sinking deeper and deeper, the very ground beneath me unable to sustain the damage it has done, I can't tell which parts are broken bones stabbing into my internal organs, which are bits of cement and dirt rolling around and seeping into the cuts, and which ones are impulses firing, begging, pleading me to stop, stop before this turns worse, stop before they can shoot no more, blood seeping from the wounds, head going light...I'm shattered, completely and utterly, take an X Ray, if it even mildly passes as human, win a 1000 bucks....so why? Why is it that in between whimpers and moans, chokes and spits of blood and bone....why is it that the only words that left my breathy, shaky, burned voice..why was it "N--nice one...b--abe"

What the fuck is wrong with the both of us? Before any of this, we couldn't stand the sight of each other, we couldn't stand the silhouette of each other.... we couldn't stand the SHADOW of each other, I came here to break you, to leave you a broken, bloody heap of bones and skin..you came here for the very same...I HATE you..or at least I thought I did..maybe..maybe something changed, maybe all that aggression is finally coming out..maybe we've just lost too much blood and are slowly going insane....I start to rise, and oh god...I can feel every muscle fiber in every part of my body twist and stretch, I can feel the shards stuck in between them, ever stick a pipe in the middle of trail? It's...goddamn impossible, it should be, hell, me not being DEAD is nothing short of a miracle..is it adrenaline? Is it hate? Is it lust? Is it stubborneness? I don't know, all I know is that this pain is mine to bare, but yours to share in as my limbs hang loose, our eyes meet, something inside me fucking SNAPS "I-m not done"..."I'm not done"....."I'M NOT FUCKING DOOOOOOOONE!" my brain left a while ago, now the body acts its own accord, I rush, fuck the pain, fuck the desire to quit, fuck the blood, fuck it all....I'm not going down without you coming with me

You broke me physically, let's not kid ourselves, I'm on borrowed time, tommorow I'll be drinking my meals out of a straw and sterelizing my cuts with my own tears..but in there here and now, I'm going to break you..and break your spirit as well, my arm underneath your legs, grabbing the inner side of your thigh, the other grabbing for your chin....a 161 lbs..should be paltry, but I ain't fresh, pretty sure as far from as can be..but that burning need to pay you back, it's forcing me to tell my adrenaline to shoot me up more, to force my nerves to shut up and bare it, just a little longer, as I push on the both opposites, your spine on my delts, as I push down more...then more...then even fucking more, I don't just want to hear cracks, I want your heel to kick your head...good luck fighting me out of this one, because your crotch? Beaten and busted from hours of knees and claws..it's getting one final visit, my hand brushing upwards, gliding...almost teasing..before it takes the dive "You won't give..YOUR BODY WILL!"

Not bad, ay?
Relax, I'm not always this detailed...but I can be if you ask :D

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