Female Dice Fighters

00:27 MMA_Jane: I have created the private room #Alcor_v_Jane.
00:31 MMA_Jane: I have invited @Alcor to join #Alcor_v_Jane.
00:31 MMA_Jane: !set FDF
Loaded @MMA_Jane's Female Dice Fight stats.
00:32 Alcor: !set FDF
Loaded @Alcor's Female Dice Fight stats.
00:43 MMA_Jane: A dull roar fills my ears, echoing in from every direction at once. I try to tune it out, turning my focus inwards as rise up a bit in my seiza, then settle back down onto my ankles. *THUMP!* Another roar. *THUMPTHUMP-WHAP!* Cheers and howls, then a few scattered gasps. My emerald eyes flick open. She's in mid-air. An attempted spinning back kick. Technically impressive, but horribly thought through. *Whip!* Her ankle whizzes through thin air, her opponent ducking neatly beneath. She spins around, trying to keep her balance. And I can see it in her frantically searching eyes. She knows she's just thrown away all the momentum she'd built. She's already out cold. She just doesn't know it yet. Her opponent, a short, squat brickhouse of a woman, slides closer, a shadow following her rival's blindside, her body twisting to her left as the wicked right hook unfurls. *CLACK!* A hard, chubby fistful of knuckles finds the corner of the kicker's chin. mtc
00:48 MMA_Jane: The crowd falls silent for a second. Pindrop silent. I hear the little flecks of spit spray across the tatami, spattering as her body twists on the spot. And I can tell from that vacant, distant gaze. She's done. She falls backwards, taking a faltering step... then drops like a tree. Her head thumps against the tatami, bounces back up, then thumps down again. The ref strolls over, not a hint of hurry in her step, casually waving off the fight and signaling the medics. I'd seen refs at other tournaments make heroic slides to save fighters from such impacts. At least the second bounce. Not here, though. No... this isn't that kind of tournament. A half of the arena howls with glee, the other half with dismay as money rapidly changes hands. And I try to sit very still. Stoic. A glance up at the board confirms my suspicions. I'm up next. yt
01:00 Alcor: this tournament is pretty damn exciting. A series of matches between different styles and the chance to win a percentage of the bets made by the crowd for each match won. It is neither a prestigious nor a legal tournament, as it is held every month in a large shed outside the city. I've seen all kinds of fighters come here in search of notoriety, but sooner or later, everyone loses. I am not one of the favorites, I have only fought a few matches and the crowd still does not know me well even though there have been some bets on me. The previous match ended after a reckless kickboxer technique, knocked out by her opponent with a powerful punch to the jaw. Luckily there are doctors and a referee. It seems that the organizers care about safety. A glance at the board makes me grin. mtc
01:01 Alcor: I'm against a girl called Jane that I've never seen before. I pass my right hand behind the back of my neck to scratch it lightly, before going to the tatami, getting up from the chair with a fluid movement. I wear an inverted color dobok, black with a white collar, to highlight my pale skin. The black eyes sparkle like obsidian while the short white and purple dyed tail hangs from my left shoulder. I'm barefoot, as usual. I don't know how capable my opponent is, but I give her a glare and a confident smirk. yt
01:10 MMA_Jane: 'Alcor... hell of a name,' I muse as the board, an ancient white-on-black split-flap one probably salvaged (or more likely stolen) from an abandoned airport terminal finally finishes its infernal flipping routine. I straighten my gi, plain white without any patches or decals, and give the black belt wrapped around my waist a tug. I've fought at this tournament only a couple of times now... and I don't recognize the raven-haired woman who rises up on the opposite side of the steely blue-gray tatami. A cheer goes up, and a glimmer twinkles in my eye as I glance back at the board. And under "STYLE," appear the letters "NHB." No holds barred. The style is as close to "anything goes" as this tournament has to offer, and it's pretty damn close. It always gets a nice rise out of the crowd. The tournament organizers ask each contestant their desired ruleset, and then whether they consent to NHB. Only if both fighters check that box is a fight designated NHB. mtc
01:13 MMA_Jane: I look back over at my rival to be, sizing her up anew. Honestly... I hadn't expected this. But as my bare feet pad against the tatami as I step up to the ref, standing at attention from across my opponent. "Okay ladies, NHB. No small joint bullshit, no fishhooking or eye gouging bullshit. Everything else is legal. Understood?" I give her the smallest of nods, emerald eyes locking onto yours. "Bow... ready... FIGHT!" She calls, chopping her hand between us as I slip into my fighting stance, left foot forwards, left fist raised, right bobbing at my chin. yt
01:16 MMA_Jane: (calling tails for the flip for first move)
01:16 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
01:16 MMA_Jane: (your first move)
01:25 Alcor: it looks like we'll have fun ... Apparently my opponent knows karate, but I can't figure out what school it is since her gi is completely anonymous, just like mine. A match that is very close to "anything goes" is marked on the old flipping board. I listen to the ref words while I don't take my eyes off my opponent's green ones and just nod, I know them practically by heart. when the referee's hand lifts and moves away so as not to get in the way, I immediately slide into my fighting stance: right leg forward, left back and knees slightly bent, as I begin to bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, mine arms following the movement, shoulders relaxed. I take a step to the right, then sprint forward, lifting my left knee and turning the hip slightly for a noticeable roundhouse kick to your right side. Jump as the left leg drops into what was a feint, as the right leg snaps up in a snap front kick, trying to hit your chin with the ball of the foot.
01:26 Alcor: !roll feint 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7
01:27 Alcor: !damage head 2d6+1
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 +1 = 11 damage. HEAD down to 1.
01:27 Alcor: yt
01:32 MMA_Jane: !set head 12
@MMA_Jane's HEAD is set to 12 / 12
01:32 MMA_Jane: !set HP 89
@MMA_Jane's HP is set to 89 / 100
01:33 Alcor: !damage head 2d6+1
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 +1 = 10 damage. HEAD down to 2.
01:38 MMA_Jane: I settle into my stance, feet gliding against the tatami, leaving little trails in the quickly drying sheen of moisture. The mops had just finished less than a minute ago, but tatami dries fast at ninety-five degrees. I move in, looking for an opening, and my eyes flare wide as you launch off the line like a rocket, left leg popping off the mats! I take a quick step to the right, dropping my right to guard, but it becomes immediately clear that this was a mistake! Your left drops, immediately replaced by your right as it POPS up towards my chin! *WHAP!* The crowd is stunned, and so am I as my face rocks skywards, heavy on my heels as I stumble a step back. My head spins as I struggle to even keep my balance, my right palm cupping my chin as I bring my gaze back down from the ceiling, frantically looking for you. yt
01:41 MMA_Jane: your next action is a !damage action, by the way
01:44 Alcor: "Ouch, that should have hurt!" I mock you as I exhale and step forward as I follow you. I absolutely loved to feel my foot hit straight in it's intended target after you lower your guard to block what it just was a feint. Now we'll get serious. With your right hand cupping your chin, your right side is open and I can't lose this chance. My left leg surge again from the mat, my knee tuck into my abs with a fluid and smooth motion before my hips twists hard as I extend my leg in a roundhouse kick, my instep aimed just right to your side ribcage, hoping to take some breath from you.
01:45 Alcor: !damage 2d6+1
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 +1 = 8 damage. HP down to 81.
01:46 Alcor: yt
01:55 MMA_Jane: A spiderweb of lights, woven together with glimmering silken strands hangs in my view. I seal my eyes, shaking my head as I rub at the throbbing in my jaw. A shake of my head later, and the kaleidoscope starts to resolve--just in time to see your left foot pop off the mats, whipping into my ribs! "UNGHH!" I grunt, folding a bit and wilting back as the shot catches me wide open. I'm still pretty dizzy, blinking against the haze of that vicious head kick as I stare back at you in fury, taking a step back to buy myself a second to think. I feint a left jab, then pop my right foot off the tatami, looking to snap a zinging teep into your sternum to at least get you out of my space! mtc
01:55 MMA_Jane: !quick
My quick move failed.
01:57 MMA_Jane: I rush it, and you deftly step out of the way as my foot lashes out at thin air. My heart beats hard, panic starting to set in here as I right across from you, feeling a brush against my gi on the right. I need to slow this down... shut down those vicious snapping kicks! I twist to the right, trying to clap my hands onto your shoulders and yank you into a clinch! mtc
01:57 MMA_Jane: !clinch
You manage to evade my clinch.
01:57 MMA_Jane: yt
02:11 Alcor: What a pity. I thought my opponent was capable of delivering a show, while the crowd is already starting to lose interest. It's pretty much over already, but I want to have some more fun. I just move my head to the left on your fake jab and follow my body when kicking at the sternum. And when you try to grab me, I just take a couple of backward steps to avoid your grip. I want to have some fun so I decide to try and humiliate you. The right foot lifts as I rotate my body to show you my hip, toes pulled up to make my sole smooth and give you a side kick with the blade of the foot straight over your mouth. "Eat this, darling!"
02:12 Alcor: !kick 3d7
My kick missed.
02:12 Alcor: yt
02:17 MMA_Jane: I stumble across you, my hands finding only the swirling air in your wake as you neatly slip out of my grasp. My eyes flare wide, heart pounding in my chest. And my cheeks burn. It's been years since I've been so thoroughly humiliated in a fight. And never at a tournament! These patrons, sleazes as they may be, must be wondering what factory dojo I bought my black belt at. You had an open shot... but you decided to get fancy. Too fancy. They say overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer. I don't know about that. Sometimes, it's quite blindingly fast. Me thirty seconds ago. I dash to the side, your pretty little side kick thrusting out into the void as I lunge in towards you, snaking an arm beneath your knee as I wrap the other around your neck from the same side, tugging you downwards, off balance as I THRUST my knee towards your solar plexus! "TSSHH!" mtc
02:17 MMA_Jane: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 damage. HP down to 93.
02:20 MMA_Jane: My knee thumps into your midriff, drawing a hiss of breath from your lips. That confident smirk is nowhere to be seen. I scoot my hips in beneath you as I squeeze your knee to your body, and try to HOIST you up and over, trying to SLAM you neck-first on the other side! mtc
02:20 MMA_Jane: !throw
My move connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. HP down to 85.
02:20 MMA_Jane: yt
23:14 Alcor: I was so sure my football would hit you that I didn't even think of a countermeasure. If one thing is certain, it is that you are fast. You manage with skill to grab my leg and put an hand behind my neck to deliver a powerful knee to the solar plexus, causing me to exhale and grit my teeth for the blow, which stuns me for a few seconds. The time it takes to get up and hit the tatami. The pain explodes in my head, I try to recover a little and blink, knowing I have to react. From my position I don't have many options but to try and kick you in the stomach by jerking up your right leg, hoping to sink with the ball of my right foot and try to push you
23:14 Alcor: !kick 3d7
My kick missed.
23:16 Alcor: I don't know how but my kick isn't in range and my foot stops just before hitting your stomach. Panicking a bit, I put my foot down and try to push myself backwards trying to get distance and get up again on my feet yt
17:06 Alcor: yt
17:17 MMA_Jane: My emerald eyes gleam down at you as you struggle to figure out where that dump even threw you. The audience is going absolutely ballistic as I stand over you, a little smirk playing at my lips. These displays of martial dominance are exactly what they're here to see! You lash out in a desperate kick from beneath, but.... it's a confused mess of a kick. Typical Taekwondo fighter. All that poise. All that grace. That liquid, flowing well of confidence. And it just evaporated the second your back hit the ground. I grab for your ankle, trying to snare your leg before you can retract it... (flip for damage heavy)
17:17 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!
17:20 MMA_Jane: I lunge forwards, feet smacking against the tatami as I clamp my right arm around your foot, trapping it at the ankle between my arm and my body as I set my feet in southpaw, taking careful aim. And I don't waste an extra second. With a hiss, my toes dig into the tatami. My whole body TWISTS to the right as I hurl an utterly vicious low roundhouse kick, hoping to slam my shin into your midriff before you can shake free! "SHHHH!"
17:21 MMA_Jane: !damage 3d7+1
You take ☒ 6 + ☒ 2 + ☒ 5 +1 = 14 damage. HP down to 71.
17:21 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. BODY down to 8.
17:31 MMA_Jane: The stadium goes silent as my body coils for the kick, a spring, twisting to the point of maximum tension. They can feel it, too. This is what they're here to see. The very limits of destructive power the human body can generate. *THUD!* My shin connects, and the little makeshift arena breaks out in shouts of glee, and of dismay. From the way my shin buried itself into our belly, they know that more than hurt. That was the type of blow that leaves a dent you can't shake off. The impact echoes up my leg, shaking my core as well, even as your squirming leg goes limp for a second in my grasp.... but I'm not done. with you yet. Silence descends with a gasping report as I lift my left foot again, toes drawn back. Cocked in midair as I raise your trapped leg further and lock my eyes onto the gusseted crotch of your black cotton pants, taking aim... then STOMPING, trying to crush your most delicate parts with my unyielding heel! mtc
17:31 MMA_Jane: !lowblow
I go for your vulnerable groin! (Roll for groin attack)
17:32 MMA_Jane: !damage pussy
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. PUSSY down to -6.
17:32 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. BODY down to 1.
17:33 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. HP down to 63.
17:33 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 59.
17:33 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 53.
17:33 MMA_Jane: yt
17:48 Alcor: I never, ever thought that I could unleash such power: my kick, thrown badly, allows you to step forward and grab the leg, and then deliver a powerful and precise kick to the ribs. People are in raptures as my face twitches into a grimace of pure pain when you distinctly feel the crash of your foot on my ribs, so hard it takes my breath away and makes me bend over on my side "Urrrgh" damn it if it hurts. ... I remain petrified when I see your foot lift again as you take aim and the silence descends, I do not have the strength to react before your heel destroys my pussy by descending with violence and precision. The blow is so strong it leaves me breathless as my brain sends me conflicting instincts. I shake from the tremendous blow, I squeeze my legs to protect the affected part, trying with all of myself to calm the terrifying pain that now has risen all over my pelvis, screaming in agony.
17:48 Alcor: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 3 + ☒ 3 = 6 damage. PUSSY up to 0.
17:48 Alcor: !recover pussy 2d3
You recover ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. PUSSY up to 3.
17:48 Alcor: yt
17:50 MMA_Jane: "Mmmmm, they didn't teach you that in Taekwondo class, did they?" I purr with a mischievous smirk as I strut a slow circle around.
17:53 MMA_Jane: Even this audience, here to see vicious, no holds barred martial combat, is stunned by the savagery of the attack. And the devastation it caused, as you writhe on the mats at my feet. I take my time. Tongue flicking out to lick my already glistening lips. I strut over to your head, seizing you by the hair and hoisting you up off the mats, staring into your eyes with a vindictive grin. "What's the matter? Can't take a little pussy kick?" I purr, letting you slump back down, as though walking away. Then I whip around, trying to pelt a vicious kick into your ribs before you can rise! mtc
17:53 MMA_Jane: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to 43.
17:53 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. BODY down to -8.
18:01 MMA_Jane: "OHHHH!" The crowd groans as my shin SMASHES into the side of your ribs. Another sick, echoing thud that lifts you right into the air, sending you sprawling down the tatami onto your back. You're hurt. Badly. I could feel your floating ribs give way from that last impact. And from the way you writhe, squirm, I know you're in agony. That your body can't take it. It just needs a little push. I strut towards you, giving my honey blonde mane a toss as I size you up. Bare feet whisper a warning against the tatami as I draw closer. I don't just want to end the match. No. I want to humiliate you. To make you flush with shame as you think about this night for years to come. And I decide to steal a page from your own stylebook to do it. I take a long step forwards, my right leg straight as a board as I swing it up, knee approaching my face, heel rising skywards. Then I WHIP it back down in a vicious axe kick, trying to bury my heel into your navel!
18:01 MMA_Jane: (flip for damage heavy)
18:01 MMA_Jane: !flip
Flip the coin.... tails!
18:01 MMA_Jane: !kick 3d7+1
My kick missed.
18:01 MMA_Jane: yt
20:15 Alcor: Your kicks are insane and even the audience is realizing it when the silence falls in the hall, while I gasp trying to get some air and calm the excruciating pain. I feel grabbed by the hair when you lift me slightly and make fun of me, but I can only grumble in response as I get up with my hands when I see you spinning gracefully in the air, throwing a perfect kick. And this time the consequences are disastrous: your tibia hits my ribs hard and I seem to feel some crack as the blow throws me backwards, at first making me groan with pain, then shaking convulsively on the foam mat, the side sends waves protest and feel like my upperbody is on fire. mtc
20:15 Alcor: My body doesn't want to respond and it weighs like a rock and I understand that I have no chance of being able to block your next attack, an ax kick. But where the mind cannot because it is invaded by pain, muscle memory acts and my body rotates on the tatami, perhaps just pushed by yet another spasm, and your heel hits the tatami forcefully with a resounding Thud, while I grit my teeth and I try to recover as much as possible.
20:17 Alcor: !recover 2d6
You recover ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 damage. HP up to 53.
20:20 Alcor: And I try to get back on my feet, wobbling and stumbling as I do so. Yt
22:58 MMA_Jane: !set @Alcor 43
@Alcor's HP is set to 43 / 100
22:58 MMA_Jane: !set @Alcor body 2
@Alcor's BODY is set to 2 / 20
01:11 Alcor: yt
01:25 MMA_Jane: *THACK!* "Argh!" My heel slams into the tatami, sending a shockwave through the worn down, woven mat and kicking up a little cloud of dust. And sending a sharp spike of pain up my leg! I thought you were dead to rights. KNEW you were. Imagine my surprise as you find it in you to roll out of the way. I hiss out a frustrated exhale through my nostrils as I slide back into my stance, my leg smarting something fierce. It would have been beautifully poetic, to land that vicious blow... but I should have fucking stuck to what works. Fury flashes through my eyes as I stalk up to you, watching you wobble as you clamber to a stand. "You should have just stayed down," I hiss, my left foot shooting forwards with a stamping hop as my left fist flicks out, trying to throw your guard off. mtc
01:25 MMA_Jane: !roll feint 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7
01:27 MMA_Jane: My left flashes out, threatening a shot to your nose, and just as your guard rises up, I lunge in, looping the feint into a quick jab at your wounded ribs, then following with a right hook, aimed right at your softly jiggling left breast! mtc
01:27 MMA_Jane: !boobshot
I go for your breasts! (Roll for boob attack)
01:27 MMA_Jane: !damage boobs
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 = 5 damage. BOOBS down to 11.
01:27 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HP down to 34.
01:27 MMA_Jane: yt
01:37 Alcor: There is no doubt, but I still have not resigned myself and I will not do it as long as I am able to stand up. You're tearing me apart, hit after hit, destroying my body, the audience gone speechless. Tired and slowed down, I see your left fist fly into my face and raise my guard when I realize it's a feint. I drop my arms but they are too slow and your blow hits me full in the breast, making me back up in pain with a strangled scream. I take all the little energy I have left to try something desperate. I swing my right leg up, and firing a roundhouse kick to your jaw, the instep of my foot haunting for your face. I don't matter to hit or not, my foot will go over and I will plant it on the mat spinning on it to deliver a spinning reverse roundhouse kick with my left foot, this time my wrinkled sole screaming for your cheek, as I hiss and puff for the effort, feeling all the pain shaking my core.
01:38 Alcor: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 75.
01:38 Alcor: !kick
My kick missed.
01:40 Alcor: !damage head 2d6+1
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 +1 = 7 damage. HEAD down to -5.
01:41 MMA_Jane: !set head 2
@MMA_Jane's HEAD is set to 2 / 12
01:43 Alcor: I feel my first kick hitting your jaw hard, but in my current state I can't put strength and speed in my second one and I miss your face by inches, my foot flying in front of your nose. "How did... It taste, bitch?" yt
01:50 MMA_Jane: Your shriek of pain goads me on, as I step in to follow up. But even in so much pain, your kicks remain wickedly fast, as your instep slams against my chin! "GAH!" I groan, as a shocked round of cheers rings out from the spectators. They'd given you up for dead, thought the match was over. They'd underestimated you, and so had I! I stagger clear of your second kick, running a hand down my throbbing chin as I reset my stance, stalking up towards you again. I feint a quick kick off my front leg, then cut to the right, my feet thumping against the tatami.
01:50 MMA_Jane: !roll feint 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8
01:52 MMA_Jane: The feint and sudden movement knocks you off stride, and I immediately rush in, leveling a shoulder as I try to tackle you to the ground and climb astride your waist!
01:52 MMA_Jane: !roll hold 2d6+8
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 +8 = 18
01:55 MMA_Jane: I squat low, feet digging into the tatami as I lunge in with a ferocious howl! My shoulder thumps into your midriff and I lift your bare feet right off the mats. *WHAP!* You slam hard onto your back just as my knees hit the dusty tatami, and I immediately scamper forwards, climbing astride your hips and wrapping my arms around your head, pressing my heaving bosom down onto your face and pinning you down beneath me, just taking a second to breathe and clear my head.
01:55 MMA_Jane: !recover head
You recover ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 = 5 damage. HEAD up to 7.
01:55 MMA_Jane: yt
02:01 Alcor: All I can see from my position is your bosom down into my face and I try to turn my head aside to breath free as I try to send an hook punch right into your right side, trying to slam my knuckles into your floating ribs with all the power I can generate from this shitty position I'm in
02:02 Alcor: !punch 2d6-1
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 -1 = 9 damage. HP down to 66.
02:07 Alcor: My punch connect right where I wanted and for a second you are unbalanced, enough for me to put my hands on your shoulders and pushing you aside off me with a huge effort. My whole upper body is aching and I know I can't stand up, so I place both my hands on the mat and rise my right leg, swinging it from it position right into your chest making it draw a wide arch in the air, trying to sink the ball of foot into your body.
02:07 Alcor: !kick 2d6+1
My kick connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 +1 = 7 damage. HP down to 59.
02:09 Alcor: My foot describes a wide arch in the air and collide hard with your chest, making you hiss in pain as I recall back my leg and try to stand up again, my legs wobbling more than ever yt
02:40 MMA_Jane: "C'mon, lil Taekwondo girl! Submit!" I hiss through gritted teeth as I sink my fingers into your chestnut mane, tugging your face into my bosom. Your struggles falter as you twist and turn in my grasp, scrambling for air. "Shhh, just let it happen," I purr, giving my hips a little squirm to keep them on top of yours. My belt works loose, gi sliding open, letting my bare, lightly rippled belly rub against your dobok. "AUGH!" I grunt as you SLAM your fist into my floating ribs, sending a sharp spike of pain all through my body! I go rigid for a second, face curled into a snarl, and that 's all you need to shove me off you, sending me sprawling onto my side. mtc
02:45 MMA_Jane: I can't believe it. Can't. Fucking. Believe it. As you roll and writhe, still in pain. I clamber up, trying to get onto you again, only to eat another of those vicious kicks to my ribs! "ARGH! You little BITCH!" I hiss out loud. It would have been a total breach of decorum at a normal tournament... but at the kumite, honor and dignity fly out the window once the fighters rise from the bow. I paw at the tatami on my hands and knees, struggling up to my feet. I stare down at you, fury glimmering in my eyes as I dash to the right, again in some semblance of a stance, then HURL my right shin towards your side in a vicious roundhouse kick! "YAH!" mtc
02:45 MMA_Jane: !kick 3d7+1
My kick connected and did ☒ 7 + ☒ 7 + ☒ 4 +1 = 19 damage. HP down to 15.
02:45 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. BODY down to -7.
02:50 MMA_Jane: "You're going to fucking SUBMIT!" I hiss, emerald eyes flashing as I stand over your squirming form, wrenching my half-undone belt off and casting it aside without a care for where it goes. My gi billows open. I'm not even wearing a bra... and I don't even realize, much less care. I stalk towards you, soft, padding footfalls on the thatched tatami flooring, pressing a toe against your side and rolling you onto your back. I thump my ass down onto your hips, grabbing for your wrists and trying to pin them by the sides of your head. mtc
02:50 MMA_Jane: !roll hold 2d6+19
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 +19 = 28
02:51 MMA_Jane: "You're a tough little bitch, I'll give you that much," I hiss, bare bosom heaving, glistening with sweat as my honey-blonde mane hangs in wavy drapes, brushing and swirling against your shoulders. "But your time is up tonight, sweetheart." I raise my right knee, trying to work it between your thighs before you realize what's happening. mtc
02:52 MMA_Jane: !lowblow
I go for your vulnerable groin! (Roll for groin attack)
02:53 MMA_Jane: My knee slips between your thighs, just a few inches above your delicate, vulnerable bulge. "One last chance, Alcor. GIVE! Or I'm going to hurt you in ways no woman can take."
02:53 MMA_Jane: (reaction) yt
03:05 Alcor: I can barely stand up while you are blinded by anger and fueled by it. From my position I see your green eyes sparkle with anger and then another, devastating kick makes me gasp in pain as I fall back onto the mat and squirm in unbelievable pain. I don't think I can take another blow, but you seem to be possessed by a demon and in a few moments you are back on top of me after having turned me face up with a tap of your foot. I hear your words but I can't make sense of it when your knee stops a few centimeters from my pussy, the most vulnerable part ... At your words, a strangled sound comes out that slowly turns into laughter. I am powerless and devastated and every bone and organ hurts me. "Go ahead, bitch ..."
03:07 Alcor: yt
03:14 MMA_Jane: A little smirk curls at my lips as the waves of fury fade, my breathing slowing back down. My gi hangs open on either side of you as I lean over you, staring down into your defiant eyes. The audience is dead silent. The only sound is the rustling of our outfits against the coarse tatami. And our insane, twisted, giggling moans. My bosom hangs bare... but with the sides of my gi shrouding it on either side and my thick mane from in front, only you can really see just how firm my nipples are, as they brush against your dobok. I lean in close, my breath wafting warm across your cheek. I press my cheek against yours to whisper in your ear. "You know, I kind of like you," I purr, planting a cheeky kiss against your cheek as I draw back up. I lock eyes with yours, lips curled in a naughty smile. Then my right glute pulses hard as I rear my knee back, then SWING it down like a fucking hammer, right where it hurts most! mtc
03:15 MMA_Jane: !damage pussy 2d6+4
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 +4 = 11 damage. PUSSY down to -8.
03:15 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. HP down to 4.
03:15 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP down to -4.
03:15 MMA_Jane: !pain
You are in pain and take ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. HP down to -12.
03:15 MMA_Jane: !damage body
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. BODY down to -14.
03:15 MMA_Jane: yt
03:27 Alcor: No one could see what's happening, maybe the deadly silent audience is thinking you are trying to seize a lock on my neck, but instead, you are... acting like you care about me, even if I can feel a bit of truth in your words, suggested by your stiffed nipples. Then your knee slams into my pussy and the pain and burn it's overwhelming and my back arches in a spontaneus twitch before everything turn black, wasted as my body can't really take no more and give up yt
03:34 MMA_Jane: The audience might not have been able to see what I was doing with you up top... but there was no question about what happened below the belt. A pitying, sympathetic groan fills the arena as my knee slams into your mound, drowning out the dull, sickening thud. You stiffen, arch, try to writhe beneath me, if only for just a second. But it was just too much. Nobody could have withstood that... and you're no exception. It's a mercy you passed out as quickly as you did. But I'm sure it'll still ache when you wake back up. The orderlies are already on their way with the stretcher by the time I rise up. I seize my gi and tug it tight across my body as I rise to my feet, the thick sweat-soaked cotton squeezing my bosom down as it heaves with deep breaths. I cup my chin, working my jaw as the adrenaline fades, only to be replaced by pain. I give you a little bow. A mockery of tradition, really, after what we just did to each other on the raised tatami platform. mtc
03:35 MMA_Jane: And yet, the audience cheers as money vigorously changes hands. I step out of the ring on uncertain legs, walking down the ramp to the officials' desk. I need two things right now. My winnings. And a fucking icepack.

Published: 2021-10-25, viewed 188 times.