Female Dice Fighters

03:22 MMA_Jane: Streaks of orange zip down the curved, sharply swept back windshield, wind whipping through the open window with a little higher-pitched lick with every passing lamppost. Clutch. *THUD!* Third. GAS. The engine hiccups as the revs drop, then HOWLS, echoing off the increasingly run-down apartment buildings closing in on the street from either side. A streak of green interrupts the intermittent river of yellow as I blast through an intersection, my belly dropping briefly as the weight lifts off its wheels, then rises as gravity and aerodynamics take over again, pressing the little silver streak back down to the road. My emerald eyes flick up, glimmering with sparkling flecks of gold off the decreasing number of streetlights that still function, and I can just barely make out "Howard Dr." I'd be out of my mind to turn left here on any other night. But I don't get to choose where the Club meets. Besides, don't all the best stories start on the wrong side of town? mtc
03:30 MMA_Jane: My toes balance on the brakes, hot rubber just barely starting to scream in protest. Clutch. *THUD.* Second. *Click!* My braking foot pivots around the toe, the heel giving the gas pedal a firm punch as we dive into the corner, letting off the clutch and rolling onto the power amid the piercing shriek of shearing rubber. The power. My heart races in time with the engine as my fingertips massage the leather-wrapped wheel, not daring to look down as the projects whip by. An all-black Bently SUV sits at the cross-street, the glare of its turn blinker lighting up the opposite corner. I only see it for a fraction of a second before it converges into an irrelevant speck in my mirror. Cheryl Flanagan. I'd wonder if she remembers our little meeting last month. But why even ask? She remembers. A row of taillights starts to grow larger in the distance, a convoy driving single-file down the left lane, and I lay into the brakes as I start to make out detail. A silver Jag. A black Escalade...
03:39 MMA_Jane: A Rolls. And I smirk as I roll up on it, measuring the distance between it and the Mercedes G-Wagon in front, calculating, fingers tapping against the wheel... then I WHIP it to the left, cutting the Rolls off and no doubt royally pissing off its probably quite royal owner. Or at least her chauffeur. I look across at the passenger seat, smirking as I catch the ashen look on my poor driver-for-the-night's face. Finishing up his senior year of college, engineering school, with a sterling transcript. Cute, too. I'd offered $500 for a one-night gig. Drive the client to a location 40 minutes from his campus, take care of the car for a few hours, and drive her back. Easy money... but I guess he wasn't expecting the Dynamics 401 course to be thrown in on the house. "Still with me, Davie?" I whisper, shoving him on the shoulder, giggling as he jumps to life. "We're here," I purr as I set my gaze forwards, taking in the ancient, dilapidated stone facade.
03:47 MMA_Jane: "ANNE G. JACOBS MEMORIAL GYMNASIUM" is cut into the marble above the massive entryway, this place clearly having been built in a time when such craftsmanship was par for the course. An orange-white glow filters in through the large, leaded-decorated windows as a woman in a cocktail gown steps out of the back seat of a Bentley up ahead, the sole of her stilleto gleaming as as scarlet as the carpet rolled down the steps to greet her. An usher offers to take her fur coat as she approaches the door, but she keeps her slightly oversized handbag... and he never asks for it. I pull up to the carpet next, turning to my chauffeur with a stern look. "You, and the car, come back on time, and in condition to drive us both home. No questions, no friends, no talking about anything you do tonight. Other than that... run wild," I purr with a conspiratorial smirk as I grab my own oversized handbag from behind the seat, swinging my legs out of the open door. 'Poor boy's still terrified.'
03:50 MMA_Jane: The locals were curious, for sure, about the queue of extremely expensive vehicles that rolls through their neighborhood every fourth Friday night, and the exquisitely dressed and clearly extremely well-heeled ladies that emerge from them. "Charity swing dance classes," they're told. And there certainly is a swing dance lesson being held in the gymnasium, albeit, one populated entirely by extremely-well-compensated and heavily-NDA'd actresses-in-waiting. No, the ladies in the convoy of excess walk past that repurposed basketball court, down a long hallway to the back of the building, then down a stairwell to the basement. Halfway across the basement is a door, leading down to another darker, even dingier stairwell, the risers caked in dust dating back to the Eisenhower administration, and into a boiler room decommissioned as obsolete before any of our parents were born. And the looks have changed, too.
03:53 MMA_Jane: Gone is my shimmering emerald cocktail gown, changed out mid-walk for a ratty blue tied-off tank top and a pair of ripped jean shorts cut-off more like a bikini than shorts, with a waistline riding high on my hips and plunging down towards my mound. I move towards the crowd gathered around the dusty old ring, bathed in the glare of a hundred open-filament bulbs. And, from the grunts, the shouts of joy and dismay coming from the excitedly shuffling onlookers, the thumping of flesh against flesh, The Club is already in session. yt
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04:08 Claire_Luna: Fashionably late, as always. My glistening Bentley rolls to a smooth stop at the entrance. I step out in a shimmering midnight blue dress, heels, and a saccharine smirk. Hardly out of place in this crowd, if not the setting. Catching the eyes of our audience as I make my way through the building towards the dimly lit ring. As I step through the final door, I let the dress flow over my shoulders, pooling at my heels as I kick them off and climb through the ropes wearing my lacey black lingerie. Tightly looping my black tape around my wrists as I silently take my place opposite you.
04:08 Claire_Luna: mtc
04:11 Claire_Luna: Claiming the far corner, I crack my neck. Roll my shoulders. Starting to bounce on the balls of my feet as I ready for war. The crowd forming around us. I start to pace. I've been here before, fighting, but the nerves never quite disappear. I extend my arms for my assistant to strap on my matching black MMA gloves. Bringing up my fists in anticipation.
04:12 Claire_Luna: Slipping straight into my right-leading southpaw guard and locking eyes without a word. Waiting for a signal to begin.
04:12 Claire_Luna: yt
04:13 MMA_Jane: !set 125
@MMA_Jane's HP is set to 125 / 125
04:13 MMA_Jane: !set pussy 5
@MMA_Jane's PUSSY is set to 5 / 5
04:13 MMA_Jane: !set @Claire_Luna 125
@Claire_Luna's HP is set to 125 / 125
04:13 MMA_Jane: !set @Claire_Luna Pussy 5
@Claire_Luna's PUSSY is set to 5 / 5
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set body 20
@MMA_Jane's BODY is set to 20 / 20
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set boobs 16
@MMA_Jane's BOOBS is set to 16 / 16
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set head 12
@MMA_Jane's HEAD is set to 12 / 12
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set pleasure 60
@MMA_Jane's PLEASURE is set to 60 / 60
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set @Claire_Luna body 20
@Claire_Luna's BODY is set to 20 / 20
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set @Claire_Luna boobs 16
@Claire_Luna's BOOBS is set to 16 / 16
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set @Claire_Luna head 12
@Claire_Luna's HEAD is set to 12 / 12
04:14 MMA_Jane: !set @Claire_Luna Pleasure 60
@Claire_Luna's PLEASURE is set to 60 / 60
04:21 MMA_Jane: My eyes flit across the crowd as I wrap white tape around my fists, deliberately frayed, torn, and quite discolored, my cornergirl catching me midway and taping down the end. I flash her a smirk as she reaches into my handbag for me, pulling out an equally distressed pair of once-white MMA gloves. "Watch out for her... she's packing cannons for arms," the brunette whispers as she cinches the velcro, and I flash her a confident smirk. "Let's see how hard they fire when she can barely stand," I purr back, rubbing the heels of my leather-clad palms down my shins, smoothing down the knots and dents built up in them over time. I rise back up, popping my gloves together as I clamber into the ring, smirking as the loser of the last match is slid off the edge and onto a waiting makeshift gurney. My eyes flick up to Claire, taking in her toned form, her delicious curves wrapped tight in black lingerie. "Let's go," I hiss, bopping my gloves and and stepping out towards the center of the ring.
04:22 MMA_Jane: !rps @Claire_Luna
MMA_Jane challenges Claire_Luna to a game of Rock-paper-scissors!
04:22 MMA_Jane: !rockpaperscissors Claire_Luna
MMA_Jane says paper. Claire_Luna says scissors. Claire_Luna wins!
04:22 MMA_Jane: yt
04:24 Claire_Luna: I throw a sharp shadow hook into the air as you hiss at me. I blow you a mocking kiss in response. Stepping straight out to meet you with my guard up tight. Not wanting to let another moment go to waste, I start to accelerate into a headlong charge. Diving headlong into the melee!
04:25 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. HP down to 117.
04:26 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch missed.
04:28 Claire_Luna: I break straight into a combination, leading with a snapping jab aimed high followed by a vicious left hook. Weaving sharply with every movement. Trying to stay quick and limber. Attempting to strike and move. Strike and move. Ready to bounce back after my snapping combination.
04:28 Claire_Luna: yt
04:32 MMA_Jane: I dance with you, my eyes trying to ignore your rapid bobbing head-motions. They just don't quite compute for my muay-thai-trained mind, so I try to filter it out and just take in your whole body at once. I circle to the right, my left foot forwards and pointed at you, right a shoulder width out and to the right as my left foot bounces expectantly. I keep my shoulders square to you, the fiercely sweltering heat already bringing a light sheen of sweat to my lightly tanned skin as I hold my hands out in a long guard. *WHAP!* Your snapping jab whips through, popping my head back, followed by a resounding THUMP as your left smashes into my ribs, making me stumble back! I groan in surprise, dashing left as I rub my side, dodging your second lashing attack as I quickly reset, trying to hurl a hard teep kick into your belly to knock you off your frenetic rhythm! "HSSHT!" mtc
04:32 MMA_Jane: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 122.
04:33 MMA_Jane: My taped foot launches off the taut, dusty canvas, toes drawn back, lashing out for your toned midriff. You twist and weave, managing to mostly deflect the blow as I yank my foot back down, pivoting my rear foot behind me as my hands whip out, feinting a jab to your face, then dipping down and cutting right, hoping to pump a hard straight into your left breast! "Hss-HSHHT!" mtc
04:33 MMA_Jane: (Flip for boob shot)
04:33 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
04:33 MMA_Jane: !punch 2d3
My punch connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 118.
04:33 MMA_Jane: yt
04:40 Claire_Luna: My movements are crisp and quick, but they're not enough to completely slip your flashing frontal kick that glances off of my taut abdomen. Slinging my head to my left only for your jab to glance into my breast, sending it bouncing within the embrace of my lacey bra. My eyes narrowing after taking the pair of snapping strikes, rather than retreat I try to step into you. Feinting a right jab, before weaving my head in a corkscrew motion before lifting my fist in a vicious uppercut. Trying to thread it through your defenses moments into the fight!
04:40 Claire_Luna: !punch 3d7
My punch missed.
04:40 Claire_Luna: yt
04:47 MMA_Jane: You shrug off my quick, glancing shots, and I hiss as I only just barely miss your lace-wrapped orb. I zip farther to the right, my guard rising with your threatening fist as you flash a hint of a right hander. The expected thump of leather against the backs of my gloves never comes, and I quickly plant my right foot hard, loading it up, then launching off left. I can't quite see you, can't quite tell what you're doing. Whatever it might be, I want NOTHING to do with it! The crowd gasps in unison just as I catch sight of you around the side of my glove, your eyes dilated, staring dead at my chin as your fist loops in from beneath, and my heart skips a beat! I lean left, tucking my right elbow in and winding myself into a coil as I go, feeling your glove glance off my elbow, then off the back of the glove cupped around my cheek! "TAKE HER FUCKING HEAD OFF!" one of the women at ringside shrieks with glee as the realization sinks in... that is EXACTLY what you just tried to fucking do!
04:49 MMA_Jane: My heart races as I lunge for you, trying to catch you by the shoulders before you can recover your balance as I try to respond in my own kind, attempting a BRUTAL knee shot to your navel! I lunge for you, my left foot popping off the ground, the heel smacking against my bared buttcheek as I fold it into a viciously sharp lance, then THRUST it towards your midriff! "YAAAAHHH!" mtc
04:49 MMA_Jane: (flip for damage heavy)
04:49 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
04:49 MMA_Jane: !damage 3d7
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 = 13 damage. HP down to 105.
04:49 MMA_Jane: (Extra action for critical hit)
04:52 MMA_Jane: *THUMP!* The dull, sickening impact resounds off the sheer concrete walls, and howls, cheers, groans, and sympathetic moans fill the room as my knee folds you in fucking half. And a malicious smirk curls at my lips. I cup your chin from beneath, my narrowed emerald eyes staring into yours. "Bad move, bitch," I hiss as I drop to a kneel, my eyes locking onto the plump bulge in your lacey lingerie bottoms as I fire off a quick right uppercut, hoping to loop it up between your thighs before you can recover! "HSSHT!" mtc
04:52 MMA_Jane: (damage body from the crit earlier)
04:52 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. BODY down to 18.
04:52 MMA_Jane: (flip for low blow)
04:52 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
04:52 MMA_Jane: yt
04:57 Claire_Luna: I double over with a wheezed scream as you nail my core with your knee. My legs trembling. Head bowed over by force. "Fuck you..." I snarl back, watching as your shoulders lower and you shoot for the lowblow uppercut. My eyes catch the movement, and I roughly step forward, cutting off the angle to block your punch with the side of my thigh. My arms shooting for yours as I try to grab for your body in a quasi-clinch.
04:58 Claire_Luna: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 111.
04:58 Claire_Luna: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.
04:59 Claire_Luna: My body snapping forward towards you, eagerly ready to go tit-to-tit as I try to tie you up and control you on your feet. Wanting to limit your ability to strike me with all your power now.
04:59 Claire_Luna: yt
05:03 MMA_Jane: "Fuc-UNNGHH!" I groan as you knock my arm to the side with a twist of your thigh, my gloved knuckles grinding to a stop against your opposite thigh, then you reach out, painfully wrenching my arm in its socket as you tie me up in a side-on clinch! I feel your taut, glistening body pressing against my side, your bosom enveloping my upper arm as you manage to lock me in place, vulnerable! I groan as I twist in your grasp, desperately trying to whirl to the left and wrench my arm and body free of you! "HNNNGH!" mtc
05:03 MMA_Jane: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.
05:04 MMA_Jane: I twist, but only make my situation worse as you manage to lock in your grip on my arm, holding me in a truly vulnerable position! "Let GO bitch!" I hiss, furious, as I force myself to twist towards you and lash out with my knee, trying to smash my lower thigh against your side and loosen your grip! mtc
05:04 MMA_Jane: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HP down to 94.
05:04 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. BODY down to 11.
05:04 MMA_Jane: (Uhmm... crit... so extra action)
05:05 Claire_Luna: (nods... uggh...)
05:08 MMA_Jane: My feet quickly switch, whispering against the canvas as I try to position my hips for more power, the audience hooting and hollering us on (or moaning, depending on whom they're betting on) as you wrench me around the dusty ring. "Hsh-HYAAA!" I howl as I WHIP my hips to the right, launching my left knee again, not as hard as the last time, but the sharp tip of the thrusting spear finds the small, but growing purple mark the last brutal shot had left, and the look on your face tells it all! I quickly whip to the right, my feet planting hard as I move to circle behind you, my left arm snaking around your chin, trying to wedge beneath your neck in a rear naked choke as I try to lock my left wrist inside my right elbow! yt
05:08 MMA_Jane: (using the crit to lock in a hold)
05:12 Claire_Luna: I scream in pain, the venom of my hatred overwhelming as I feel my vitals contorting with the impact. I'm holding back tears as you tear my core toe pieces. Bruising my tanned complexion before ripping free of my hold and slinking in a standing choke. My hands shoot up as I try to protest.
05:12 Claire_Luna: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.
05:13 Claire_Luna: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 107.
05:14 Claire_Luna: I roughly slam my elbow back for your side. Defiantly trying to battle my way free. Feeling the pressure on my throat starting to build.
05:14 Claire_Luna: yt
05:18 MMA_Jane: Your shriek brings a delighted grin to my face as you writhe and squirm in my grasp, and I work to keep my hips pressed tight to your wonderfully firm derriere, moaning softly, mockingly, into your ear as your butt grinds across the juicy bulge in my tiny cut-off jeans. My sweat-slicked arms slip against your chin, which actually helps her as you twist to ram an elbow into my body. A puff of sweat sprays into the warm, stale air as my abs quake from the impact, but they hold, and my forearm slips beneath your chin. "Gotcha, babe," I purr into your ear, ratcheting on the pressure with my right arm as the left presses against your throat! mtc
05:18 MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. HP down to 88.
05:20 MMA_Jane: You struggle and writhe as I draw my arm back against the softness of your throat, grabbing hold of your opposite shoulder with my left hand. Hoping to buy me the time to do something else, as I untangle my right, cocking my fist back behind you, then WHIPPING it in from around the side, hoping to SLAM my gloved knuckles into the outside of your heaving right breast! "SHHHHT!" mtc
05:20 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
05:20 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
05:20 MMA_Jane: !damage boobs
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. BOOBS down to 9.
05:20 MMA_Jane: yt
05:24 Claire_Luna: My lungs are burning. My throat is getting crushed. You taunt me, straight in my ear. My eyes flickering as I kick and squirm. Starting to panic. Its been only moments into this fight and I'm getting controlled. Its humiliating. Adding insult to injury, you slam your fist into my tit, leaving it bouncing roughly into its twin as you crush it under the impact. My mouth opening wide... Barely suppressing a scream.
05:24 Claire_Luna: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.
05:24 Claire_Luna: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.
05:25 Claire_Luna: My movements get more panicked. Slowly realizing how dire a situation I'm in. My torso sharply twisting from side to side. Trying to loosen your grip on my throat. Grabbing for your arm and trying to launch myself forward only for your arm to sling me by my throat back into you.
05:26 Claire_Luna: yt
05:32 MMA_Jane: "Ohhh yeah, squirm all you want... the more you do, the wetter I get," I purr into your ear, thoroughly enjoying your ass grinding against my moistening mound as we totter together around the ring. You wrench one way, then the other, then try to seize my arm and twist away! I yank you back in, grunting as your back thumps into my chest, sending us both stumbling backwards into the ropes. The audience screams in glee as you seem to be breaking free, when I drop my knees and TWIST left, planting my right thigh forwards and wedging my calf against the outside of your shin as I drag you down onto the canvas onto your belly! I pivot on a knee, conveniently pressed against your back, reveling in your moan as I mount your ass, facing your feet! mtc
05:33 MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. HP down to 80.
05:34 MMA_Jane: I reach forwards, seizing for your left foot, and DRAW it up towards my shoulder like a bow, then tuck the ankle under my armpit, locking you into a brutal half boston crab! I keep my weight pressing down, hard, onto the small of your back as I LEAN rearwards, my honey-blonde locks billowing in the jetstream of the floor-mounted fans stationed around the ring as I lay the pressure on! "Scream for me, Claire!" I hiss! mtc
05:34 MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. HP down to 68.
05:34 MMA_Jane: (omfg...)
05:35 MMA_Jane: (crit..., extra action)
05:35 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. BODY down to 5.
05:35 Claire_Luna: (Fuck.... fuck!)
05:38 MMA_Jane: Your taut quadricep strains, a bundle of steel cables under tension, just short of the point they would yield and catastrophically fail, and the audience can feel it as I WRENCH at your hip with ALL my weight! It's a brutal display. And exactly what our fellow Club patrons, ludicrously gifted with wealth and utterly devoid of any moral compass, come here to witness and dispense. "AWW FUCK YES!" I howl with glee as I finally relax the pressure, licking my lips, then lifting my thick booty off the small of your back, scooting back a foot, then THUMPING it down between your shoulders, trying to FLATTEN your tits into the canvas! mtc
05:38 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
05:38 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
05:38 MMA_Jane: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 3 = 5 damage. HP down to 63.
05:38 MMA_Jane: yt
05:44 Claire_Luna: Moment by moment, you start to tear my body apart. Slamming me to the canvas, my tits getting crushed between my ribs and the floor. Your body pivoting atop me, pinning me down with one knee as you wrench my leg upwards. My spine contorting. I can't hold back a scream of pain, pawing at the canvas. Your ass thudding down and crushing my tits. My abdomen crumbling under the pressure. My limbs starting to feel weak...
05:44 Claire_Luna: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.
05:44 Claire_Luna: I flail beneath you. In a blind panic. Tears streaming down my cheeks. My sobs sending tremors through my body.
05:45 Claire_Luna: !attack
My attack missed.
05:45 Claire_Luna: I blindly try to reach back. Pawing. Attempting to slash at your body or head. Missing over and over...
05:45 Claire_Luna: yt
05:51 MMA_Jane: The audience has certainly taken on a rather particular tenor as all the traffic continues to skew just one way. My supporters, my "friends," if there can be such a thing in a place such as this, and the lucky-feeling women who put disgusting sums of money on the line to bet on me cheer with glee, shouting increasingly vicious suggestions as they goad me on. "DON'T LET UP, JANE!" "KEEP THE BITCH SCREAMIN'!" The unfortunate ladies who staked small fortunes on you, on the other hand... are silent. Ashen-faced. White knuckles clawing at the railings, looking like they could lunge in themselves to try and tear into me. My eyes flit across the audience, and I blow one of them a bitchy kiss. The Dutch oil baroness. With that stupid black Rolls-Royce. I reach behind me, I raise my right fist as I keep your squirming in check, brandishing a tattered white glove overhead... before THUMPING a hard, hammering blow, aiming for your left kidney! "YAH!" mtc
05:51 MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 damage. HP down to 56.
05:53 MMA_Jane: *WHUMP!* My closed fist hammers home, and I immediately twist off you, wrenching on your leg, still wedged tight beneath my left armpit, and trying to twist you over onto your back and stamp down on your right shin to hold it in place to spread those steely thighs wide! mtc
05:53 MMA_Jane: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.
05:53 MMA_Jane: yt
05:56 Claire_Luna: I'm getting frantic, shrieking in pain as your fist stabs deep into my body with your vicious kidney shot. The pulsing quake through my vitals almost more than I can take. My mouth left gaping...
05:56 Claire_Luna: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.
05:59 Claire_Luna: My thighs are feeling like jelly after the sustained beating. But with a lunge and twist, I sling my left arm back in a wide backfist as my leg simultaneously tries to launch up off the canvas. Desperate. Trying to sling you off me with my momentum...
05:59 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch missed.
05:59 Claire_Luna: yt, I think ;)
05:59 MMA_Jane: (yup!)
06:05 MMA_Jane: I lick my lips, a huge grin spreading across my face as I play to the sadistic crowd, feeding off their energy, and letting it feed me increasingly vicious ideas as I try to pry your legs apart. You twist on the spot, your fist whizzing towards me, forcing me to lean my weight back, and you immediately take advantage, tossing me off of you and making me stumble backwards! Many of the fine ladies, and by that I mean depraved bitches, watching howl in dismay, but your supporters seem to have had some life breathed back into them! And as we square off again, I plan to suck it all right back. I step towards you with an acid smile, setting back up in my muay thai stance, fists extended out, then dash forwards with my left foot, the pad thumping against the canvas as I track your slowed movements. My left foot plants down and I feint a left jab, then fake a roundhouse as I stutter step to the right, flashing you a mischievous smirk. I size you up again, circling right, then abruptly stop to
06:05 MMA_Jane: lash forwards with my left leg in a quick snapping teep! "TSST!" mtc
06:05 MMA_Jane: (flip for jab)
06:05 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
06:05 MMA_Jane: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 1 + ☒ 3 = 4 damage. HP down to 52.
06:06 MMA_Jane: *WHAP!* The kick finds your left side, not hard, but certainly enough to give you a good jerk as I dash forwards, weaving right, then low as I close in with a ferocious glimmer in my emerald eyes as my fists LASH out for your bosom in a snapping left-right! "TSS-TSSH!" mtc
06:06 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
06:06 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
06:06 MMA_Jane: !punch boobs
My punch missed.
06:06 MMA_Jane: yt
06:13 Claire_Luna: I stand, squaring up. My core marked and bruised. My arms feeling heavy as you come straight in. Feinting your jab. Your kick. My head weaving to slip them only for your foot to smack into my bruised body for a sharp teep kick. I groan out. My left elbow sinking instinctively to try and protect my body as I take a wide circle. Sucking in air. Hoping the stains of my tears on my cheeks aren't too visible.
06:13 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HP down to 100.
06:14 Claire_Luna: I step back in, defiant. Hunting for some damage as I snap out my left in a tight cross aimed straight between your full and bouncing tits. Advancing again before pivoting into a sharp right knee. Trying to send it cracking into your flank.
06:14 Claire_Luna: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HP down to 91.
06:14 Claire_Luna: yt!
06:21 MMA_Jane: "Ungh, come back here!" I hiss with a vicious snarl as my gloves bounce off your elbow. In my mind, this fight is already over. I'm just finishing the fucking job. And I zip directly towards you. No obfuscation. No feints. Nothing, as my eyes lock right onto your tear-streaked, sweat soaked face. "HUNGHH!" The breath catches in my throat as I'm ROCKED backwards by a sharp left to the sternum, stumbling. I've barely even processed what happened when my side explodes in pain as your knee BLASTS into my left floating ribs! "GAHH!" The blow wrenches a strangled, hissing yelp from my lips as I totter backwards, folding around my side as my arm drops to give it a much-needed squeeze. FUCK that hurt! My emerald eyes blaze with indignant fury as I piece my stance back together, carving an arc backwards and to the right, before stopping dead and flashing out a left jab, aimed right between your eyes! "TSST!" mtc
06:21 MMA_Jane: (flip for jab)
06:21 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
06:21 MMA_Jane: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 47.
06:23 MMA_Jane: My glove snaps out with lightning quickness, threading the needle between your gloves to pop you right on the bridge of your nose! My lips curl into a snarl as I step through, closing the distance and LASHING out with my left foot in an fierce snapping kick, hoping to send my instep sailing up between your thighs before you can recover your senses! "BITCH!" mtc
06:23 MMA_Jane: (flip for low blow)
06:23 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
06:23 MMA_Jane: yt
06:25 Claire_Luna: I'm starting to dance again. Worse for wear after the vicious battle, but moving like a fighter. An artist. Years of training leading to this moment. The moment where your jab smacks my fucking head. I bobble back, instinctively tightening my stance as your kick snaps out... and catches the air. I step past it. Ambitiously trying to line you up. Planting my sole on the canvas...
06:25 Claire_Luna: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. HP down to 81.
06:27 Claire_Luna: I try to load all of my weight behind a kick to your head, but my body doesn't quite have my full power. Instead trying to use what I can to send my foot flashing up towards your head in a sharp roundhouse.
06:28 Claire_Luna: I'm moving sharply. In hot pursuit. Marking your navel as the target of a follow up kick. Trying to nail you with the sole of my right foot and send you reeling backwards!
06:28 Claire_Luna: !kick
My kick missed.
06:28 Claire_Luna: yt
06:31 MMA_Jane: You fade just out of range of my dirty snap kick, the blow whipping through the air just shy of your thigh as you set yourself up. My eyes flick up to you as I try to make sense of what I'm seeing. If I'd been in my home gym, I'd have ducked and faded back immediately, but you're a boxer! What the hell are you doin-FUCK!!! Your knee rises up in that telltale motion as your foot flicks out, SCYTHING through the air, looming larger in my vision! *CLACK!* My jaw EXPLODES in pain as your instep SMASHES into the underside, blinding me with a bright flash of white and a shock of numbing, dazing pain! I stagger backwards, barely staying on my feet as your right foot lashes out in chase, just falling short of my belly! I pant hard, bosom heaving as I give my head a shake, wavy honey-blonde tresses lashing in all directions. FUCK! Where is THIS coming from?! I lock you in my gaze, fury boiling beneath the surface as I force myself to reset, rethink. This isn't the fight it was three minutes
06:31 MMA_Jane: ago.* mtc
06:33 MMA_Jane: I circle you cautiously, much more respectful of your range, your power, even wounded as you are. I reach out with my left fist, ranging, gauging distance carefully, my front foot bouncing, ready to ward off another viciously hard kick. I feint the jab, then plant my left foot into the canvas as I circle left, WHIPPING my right fist in with a hooking shot aimed across your jiggling bosom! mtc
06:33 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
06:33 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
06:33 MMA_Jane: !punch boobs
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. BOOBS down to -3.
06:33 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 damage. HP down to 37.
06:33 Claire_Luna: Oh my gawd...
06:40 MMA_Jane: A GASP goes up. Your supporters. My supporters. Everybody stops, holding their breath, more than a few pairs of hands rising to cup their tits in sympathy, including mine. I felt that connect. Felt your left breast squash, the sensitive gland crush to your barely yielding ribcage, setting a thousand hair-trigger sensitive nerve endings alight in a fireworks display of pain. I felt my fist smash through, banging hard against the inside of your right boob, sending it whipping up and out of your black lacy bra as I followed through, my denim-wrapped hips twisting, glistening cheeks pulsing as my glutes flex through the motion. And then I straighten up and blink, in awe at what just happened. But it only takes a second for me to remember where I am. And to realize just how fucking hot this is making me. I take a quick step forwards, doing the only humane thing under the circumstances: to soothe the pain in your tits by giving you something more sensitive to worry about, as I lash out
06:40 MMA_Jane: a right kick for your mound!
06:40 MMA_Jane: (flip for low blow)
06:40 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
06:40 MMA_Jane: !damage pussy
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. PUSSY down to -4.
06:40 Claire_Luna: Fuck...
06:40 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 damage. HP down to 30.
06:40 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. HP down to 27.
06:40 MMA_Jane: yt
06:42 Claire_Luna: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. PUSSY up to -1.
06:45 Claire_Luna: My tit flies out of my top with another shriek, my body reeling as you slip my defenses and nail my 36E orb, sending it flying. My mouth forms an 'O' of shock. My legs trembling. Only for you to lash out with a merciless kick straight between my legs. I shriek in pain, doubling over before slumping to my hands and knees. My right hand palming my pussy as I try to awkwardly scramble towards the ropes. Lunging as I try to get some space from you. Breaking into uncontrollable sobs....
06:46 Claire_Luna: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. PUSSY up to 3.
06:46 Claire_Luna: yt.
06:52 MMA_Jane: 'Ohhhh yes!' A warm throb of sensual energy pulses through my entire body as my instep SMASHES into your plump cameltoe, splatting it down to your pelvis, pulverizing your delicate clit... mmmm. The audience explodes in a roaring chorus of cheers and catcalls as you wilt to your knees, dropping at my feet, and I lower my gloves, giving my chin a flick to the side to toss a few stray honey-blonde locks over my shoulder as my eyes rove over your agonized body, smirking, just soaking it up. "Had enough, lil boxing bitch?" I purr with a mocking grin as I strut towards you, hands at my side, booty rolling and jiggling with every step as I reach down for your hair, trying to yank you backwards, then crack a whipping backhand across your no doubt THROBBING bosom! mtc
06:52 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
06:52 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
06:52 MMA_Jane: !attack boobs
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. BOOBS down to -9.
06:53 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. HP down to 22.
06:55 MMA_Jane: The way they jiggled as the back of my hand LASHED across them. Just... mmph. It warms my heart. Your entire sweat-soaked body glistens and shines in the heat and light of dozens of bare-filament bulbs as I toss you onto your back stepping towards you, kicking your thighs apart as I stand between them, then trying to PRESS my bare, hard heel in between! mtc
06:55 MMA_Jane: (flip for low blow)
06:55 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
06:55 MMA_Jane: yt
06:59 Claire_Luna: "Fuck you..." I almost squeal. Shaking my head. Fresh tears streaming down my cheeks as you yank me up into your humiliating backhand against my throbbing tits. My right tit flushed pink. Pawing up to try and defend myself as you kick my thighs apart. I barely manage to twist my knee in between us to protect my pussy from another dangerous stomp. Head shaking. Reaching back for the middle rope with my right arm...
06:59 Claire_Luna: !kick
My kick missed.
06:59 Claire_Luna: From below, I try to launch my left leg upwards in a pushing kick. Watching my sole fly wide. My pupils dilating with horror.
06:59 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch missed.
07:00 Claire_Luna: I flail helplessly...
07:00 Claire_Luna: Trying to push you off me with a punch. Helpless beneath you.
07:00 Claire_Luna: yt
07:06 MMA_Jane: An amused smirk creeps up onto my lips as I watch you do battle with the air, slipping deftly back out of range of your punch. Your left leg flashes up, and I dash left, switching my stance in midair as I plant my feet hard into the canvas in southpaw, dropping my weight, coiling to the left as you lean back against the ropes. Ranging. My arms lash to the left, coiling across my body, then in unison to the right as I twist my shoulders into the kick, building up the tension in my lats and hips, then CRANK my hips to the right, my right foot digging into the canvas as I launch off of it, then blasting into the air as my hips turn all the way over into the kick. My knee scythes up, describing an arc, and the shin isn't far behind as I aim to SLAM it against your cheek! mtc
07:06 MMA_Jane: (flip for damage heavy)
07:06 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
07:06 MMA_Jane: !kick 3d7
My kick connected and did ☒ 5 + ☒ 5 + ☒ 2 = 12 damage. HP down to 10.
07:06 MMA_Jane: !damage head
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 damage. HEAD down to 4.
07:09 MMA_Jane: *THOCK!* Your head JARS in a spray of sweat and spit as your knees turn to rubber beneath you, and I reach forwards, pressing my entire body into yours, bending you over backwards against the ropes. My left hand wedges deep into your luscious blonde mane, tugging your head back as I press my body into yours, tipping your head back until most of your weight is suspended on the strand as my right hand cups your cheek. "You want to give. Now," I hiss, my index fingertip tracing the edge of your jaw as my emerald eyes sear down into yours...
07:09 MMA_Jane: (using the critical hit to lock in a hold)
07:09 MMA_Jane: yt
07:11 Claire_Luna: My head violently cracks to the side. My body crashing to the canvas hard. Head bouncing off the floor before you leandown and take my hair. Dragging me up over the ropes. Body to body. I'm spluttering... Sobbing. Shaking my head. "Fuck you, bitch. Fuck. You." I frantically start to twist within your body to body hold. My blue eyes coated with tears...
07:11 Claire_Luna: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.
07:12 Claire_Luna: My head is still spinning. But I'm REFUSING to go down. Not like this. Not now. Working through my tears...
07:12 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HP down to 74.
07:12 Claire_Luna: And spinning into a wild backfist aimed for your face.
07:12 Claire_Luna: yt
07:16 MMA_Jane: I stare into your eyes, and all I find is defiance. Furious, unquenchable defiance. You twist and writhe, breaking free of my grasp as you whirl to the side, lashing out as you go with a whipping backfist! "UNGH!" I grunt as you pop me in the mouth, taking a step back and staring daggers at you, checking my lip with the back of my hand. No blood. Good. And my gaze slides back up, from your tottering feet as you valiantly struggle to maintain a stance to your tear-stained face. Good. I may have absolutely demolished you tonight. Battered every single part your body had to offer. Yet you still fight just as hard as the start. As I stare you down, raising my fists again, I know I've found a worthy opponent. But now, it's time to end this little dance. I take a step towards you, then dash forwards with my left, feinting the teep, then smack my foot down to launch a quick jab at your face! mtc
07:16 MMA_Jane: (flip for jab)
07:16 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
07:17 MMA_Jane: !damage 2d3
You take ☒ 2 + ☒ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 7.
07:17 MMA_Jane: The blow rocks your head back, and I lunge for you, pouncing towards you with both hands outstretched, reaching for your swollen orbs to give each a VICIOUS squeezing twist! mtc
07:17 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
07:17 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
07:18 MMA_Jane: !attack 2d3
My attack succeeds and does ☒ 2 + ☒ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 3.
07:18 MMA_Jane: yt
07:21 Claire_Luna: My guard is only up nominally at this point. Your feint giving you all the opportunity you need to smash your fist into my face. My back bouncing against the ropes. Arms spread. You suddenly pounce, wrenching my tits and forcing another scream from my lips. My entire body trembling. Legs jelly.
07:21 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. HP down to 62.
07:22 Claire_Luna: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to 52.
07:24 MMA_Jane: !set 62
@MMA_Jane's HP is set to 62 / 125
07:24 Claire_Luna: !damage head
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HEAD down to 3.
07:26 Claire_Luna: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HP down to 51.
07:27 Claire_Luna: !damage head
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. HEAD down to -7.
07:28 Claire_Luna: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 44.
07:29 Siew_Li: *on the edge of my seat knowing one more blow could actually knock out jane*
07:32 Claire_Luna: I hate you. Punch by punch this has become personal. I've been dominated. Drawing on adrenaline and instinct as bring my guard in. Planting my feet and pushing off of the ropes. I roughly shove at your shoulder with my forearm... Pivoting all of my weight into a single LETHAL hook aimed straight for your fucking chin. All of my weight behind the single strike.
07:32 Claire_Luna: I'm a boxer. And its almost like I've forgotten it.
07:33 Claire_Luna: Even through all the pain. The exhaustion. The moment my fists start sinking in I start moving like the fucking professional I always was...
07:33 Claire_Luna: I try to finish my combination... lunging forward...
07:34 Claire_Luna: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HP down to 37.
07:34 MMA_Jane: *panting*
07:34 Claire_Luna: And slicing out another vicious left uppercut. Trying to thread it through your guard, through your tits... and right into your chin!
07:35 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to 30.
07:35 Claire_Luna: Barreling off the ropes as I try to finish you here... and now...
07:35 Claire_Luna: yt
07:42 MMA_Jane: An admiring smirk curls at my lips as I watch you stand on quaking knees. Your guard barely worthy of calling a guard. But... what more could be expected of you? Now? After ALL that I just put you through?! I move in on you, slowly, like a tigress stalking a wounded gazelle, about to put her out of her misery. *BANG!* My head SPINS as I struggle to process what just happened. *BANG!* *BANG BANG!* My vision swims in a whirlwind of flying, streaking leather as I ROCK backwards onto my heels, nearly falling over. I probably would have, if you hadn't hit me again. And again. And AGAIN! I sprawl against the ropes, my arms slinging over the top as the entire sordid basement hushes to silence. Shocked. Spellbound. What the FUCK just happened?! I struggle to even remember where I am, what I'm doing here. Where the goddamned acetaminophen bottle is. And then it comes rushing back in a hurricane of jaw-rattling impacts. I gasp, barely clinging to the ropes, my balance nonexistent as you
07:43 MMA_Jane: swim into sight. Fuck. I can't believe it. I stagger back against the ropes, emerald eyes wide as you approach, leaning back... then SPRING forwards, stumbling, desperately trying to slam my knee into your side. That little purple mark I left there a few LONG minutes ago, that I know will send you back down... mtc
07:43 MMA_Jane: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 1.
07:45 MMA_Jane: My knee thuds against your hip, jamming against it, but missing that. Fucking. Spot. I sag against you, my left arm wrapped around your head as I struggle to stay on my feet, and WHIP my right hand in towards your tit! mtc
07:45 MMA_Jane: (flip for boob shot)
07:45 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
07:45 MMA_Jane: !punch 2d3
My punch missed.
07:45 MMA_Jane: yt
07:45 Claire_Luna: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 21.
07:49 Claire_Luna: You spring towards me, my body slammed by yours as your knee cracks into my hip. Jamming me back. I feel you sagging against me and I'm forced to reckon with my exhaustion. Your hand smacking helplessly against my tit... I need this fight to stay in my world. I need to... I need YOU to... to remember that I'm a fucking boxer. My shoulder checks you as I open you up for enough space to slam my fist into your body.
07:50 Claire_Luna: Forcing you back a step... as I try to tee you up for ANOTHER roundhouse of a left hook. Throwing everything I have behind my dominant left hand. Working through the pain and tears as I try to put you away...
07:50 Claire_Luna: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 15.
07:50 Claire_Luna: yt
07:53 MMA_Jane: "UNNNGH! Gawd... you... are...... UNGH!" I groan as you barrel yet ANOTHER shot into my battered body! My head spins. My body throbs. EVERYTHING aches! And you. Keep. SWINGING! I wilt against you with an agonized moan, sinking towards my knees. I wonder if you're some kind of pro. If this is a setup. If the bookies who run this sick shitshow of a "club" decided to pull a stunt on me. And as I wilt down your belly, I TWITCH my shoulders to the right, trying to SOCK a hard left hander into your liver on the way down! mtc
07:53 MMA_Jane: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 = 6 damage. HP down to -5.
07:53 MMA_Jane: yt
07:55 Claire_Luna: I feel you sinking into me. My body starting to give. Shaking my head... only for you to pivot with a ruthless left HARD into my liver. I scream into you. Fresh sobs breaking from my lips. My legs giving in... and I collapse. Sliding down your body. My hands sinking towards my core. Clutching my body. My bruised abdomen. Wracked with overwhelming pain as I tremble at your feet.
07:55 Claire_Luna: yt
08:03 MMA_Jane: My fist sinks in, and I know it's over before I even retract. Our bodies pressed together as you wilt down to my level, I can practically feel the pain, the gut-wrenching nausea. I pant, my bosom heaving as I sit on my ankles, watching you sag down between my parted thighs and curl into a ball, hands wrapped tight against your aching core. I rock back, leaning backwards, and not even on purpose, my heels pressing into my buttcheeks through my taut denim booty shorts as the dizziness starts to overwhelm me again, and I slump over onto you, panting hard. The audience EXPLODES in a chorus of cheers and applause. This is EXACTLY the sort of action that nourishes their sick, depraved souls, and they're devouring it up. It's not often that TWO women are hauled off the ring at once. mtc
08:07 MMA_Jane: I crawl to the edge, my cornergirl seizing my arm and practically yanking me out as I stumble, slumping down to the cold concrete floor beneath. Dust and dirt coats the side of my sweat-soaked thigh as I stagger to my bag, groping inside for my phone. "PICKUP. NOW." I manage to text with trembling fingers as I reach in, fishing out the ten-thousand-dollar emerald gown I wore in. Leaving in your fightwear isn't just bannable. No. The Club won't even fucking let you. And I change right there on the spot, wrenching my shirt off (with the corner's help), then yanking the sack of silk over my head, over my sweat-soaked shorts. The hostess struts up to me, shoving a solid roll of hundred-dollar bills into my palm, patting my shoulder with a chuckle. I shove it into my bag and make for the exit, staggering up the stairs.
08:08 MMA_Jane: mtc
08:08 MMA_Jane: actually, yt
08:13 Claire_Luna: I'm clutching my body on the floor as several attendants climb into the ring. Dragging my broken and sobbing form onto a stretcher. My tits hanging free as I look on. Watching you leave the ring in your emerald gown. God do I hate you. My pained moans pulsing through the 'arena'. The hostess tossing a smaller clump of bills over my body as I'm dragged past her. Game over.
08:21 MMA_Jane: I stagger through the marbled hallways, nearly crashing through the door to the basketball court, where the sham facsimile of a swing dancing class is being held, then out the front door. The usher lunges forwards to grab me, saving me from a brutal fall down the red-carpeted steps just as my little silver sports car roars around the corner, slamming through the gears. 'At least that little shit can drive,' I hiss under my breath. The acrid, piercing scent of scorched rubber fills my nostrils as the car slows to a sharp spot, and Davie hops out of the driver's seat with a smirk. He can obviously see my silhouette, staggering, supported by the usher. "Had a bit much to drink, ther-? Jane? What happened-" he gasps as a streetlight illuminates my bruised face. I shove a hundred dollar bill into the usher's hand as I push off towards the car. "You're driving. Home. Now," I hiss as I slump into the passenger's seat, leaning my head back and clutching at my throbbing forehead. mtc
08:24 MMA_Jane: "Jane, we need to go to a hospit-," he begins, and I fix him with a razor sharp stare. "No fucking hospital. Home." I hiss as he reluctantly puts the car in gear. I reach into my bag, pulling out my phone, and the roll. "Jane, what the fuck happened?" I shove the roll into his palm. "Take half. Give the other half to the woman meeting us at the house." I hiss as I spin through my contacts. "And not a fucking word of this. To ANYONE."

Published: 2021-04-24, viewed 165 times.