Fight club underground

06:54 Joanna_Louvier: I’m waiting in what might generously be called the “green room” of a dark underground club lit by sparse, vibrant neon lights, hallways that pulse with shades of violet, red, blue and green… the smell of smoke and booze lurking in every corner, quiet back here but thumping with the beat of a bass that seems to be very loud, further down the hall… as the arteries take you deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, more layers of the music are revealed and the cold, dark, synthesizers creep up my nerve endings and crawl up to my brain to tell my heart to pump faster… We’re almost there… my coach and several of my trainers advised me not to take any tournament invitations without clearing it with them first, but this was so much damn money. It’s a high stakes gamble, fighting in this lawless place, but it’s a calculated one… and I always bet on myself. Mtc
07:06 Joanna_Louvier: As I could not bring myself to tell my team, I am here alone. But I’m not afraid… just anxious. I’ve done some warming up, and I’m getting settled into my fight gear… I don’t want to ruin my good greens, so I’m wearing my black warrior skirt with white trim, black Lycra compression shorts, black short-sleeved rash guard with red trim, and black boxing handwraps… to protect my hands, not your face. To complete the look I’m also wearing black Muay Thai ankle wraps, and of course, all of my nails are painted black. I guess you could say I’m in a dark place. Same wild blonde ponytail, though. Mtc
07:16 Joanna_Louvier: I take the vial of deer’s blood off the necklace I wore in here, popping the tiny cork and pouring it into a small plastic cup. Then I take my buck knife from my duffle bag and make a small cut on my left thumb. I let the blood drip and mix with the deer’s blood. I take a small arrowhead from my pack and place it in the cup. An offering to my matron goddess. I take ten long, measured deep breaths and contemplate my battle plan. I enter a meditative state, and remain there for a few minutes until I hear a knock at the door… one of the ushers telling me it’s time for my fight. I walk down the long, winding hallway, feeling that thumping beat getting louder and louder until I finally get to the heavy vertical metal door… the door slides up and opens to… the pit… mtc
07:18 Joanna_Louvier: I step out into the sand and survey the area. Nine foot high stone walls, about 40 feet in diameter. Cheering, betting, scumbag men in every direction lining the circumference of the wall. Wow. I mean, I was expecting underground and clandestine, but… this is a bit much. Yt
07:26 Holly_Brockler: The club was dark, loud, and kept my heart pumping as soon as I set foot inside. I hadn't fought here before, and that always had me a little on my guard until I was on my way to the ring. And this ring was buried deep inside, right where all the bloodthirsty types settled in with the booze-thirsty and the money-thirsty. I had to resist trying to take advantage of some of the duller gamblers...need to focus on the fight. mtc
07:28 Holly_Brockler: I let out a long exhale once I got to the dressing area, getting comfortable in my usual fight wear: red briefs, an orange top, and white tape on either wrist. After three sips of water, I let a little more fall over my curly, dark hair and shook it out, limbering up and throwing a few practice combinations. This was a big money fight pit, a big lure for me, but one I walked into confidently. Smash in their heads if they’re big, grapple and pound if they’re small…figure out a mixture if they’re in between. Risks kept drowning beneath dollar signs in my mind, and once I was finally called for my match, I was eager to get down to business. mtc
07:32 Holly_Brockler: "Metal door...very hardcore." Heading out into the sandy, stone-walled pit, I raise my arms to the crowd, and look over my opponent. She looks all-business, and pretty damn deadly. Can't let her take control, or I might not get it back. I roll my shoulders and crack my knuckles, giving you a somewhat mean smile. "Good call on the black. Your blood won't show up unless somebody's looking real close."
07:32 Holly_Brockler: yt
07:40 Joanna_Louvier: I look across the pit at you, my mystery opponent, standing somewhat tall and well built, but still fairly smaller than me. I won’t be taking you lightly, in any case. Trash talking and trying to intimidate me. I’ll do you one better… a bead of blood has formed again on my left thumb… I roll my shoulders, roll my head from side to side… then I bring my left hand up, pointing to you, and bring my hand back to my neck, literally painting my own neck with blood, in the classic gesture, signaling that I have very definite ideas about what to do with you. I suck the blood from my thumb and give a playful, toothy smile, just to send mixed signals and try to fuck with you some more. I then go through a bit of warmup movements myself, making wide circles with my arms, bouncing on my toes and shadowboxing a bit, throwing in a few long, leggy kicks for good measure to show off my long, tall, athletic frame. Yt
07:45 Holly_Brockler: "Hffh...yeah, we'll see." The wordless threat was one thing, but the blood took me by surprise. I held a decent poker face, but had a lingering bad feeling between that, and the stone walls surrounding us. Trying to shake it off, I warm up with a little shadowboxing of my own, getting used to the feel of the sand underfoot. Nobody's leaving until somebody's laid out on it, and I won't let that be me.
07:45 Holly_Brockler: yt
07:59 Joanna_Louvier: After a few minutes of suspense, the noise of the crowd fades a bit as the voice of an announcer blasts over the PA… “alright ladies, gentlemen… thank you for your patience while we were cleaning the sand and spraying down the walls… haha! But in allllll seriousness, we have a very exciting matchup for you in this next round… Coming through Door Number 1, Standing 6’2”, weighing in at 175 lbs, wearing all black, please make some noise for… Helene Troie!” of course, I gave a stage name… Just something to keep people off the trail… I raise my fist and walk in a circle, swaying my hips as the crowd cheers… I try to look strong and deadly, which I am. I know how these things go. Yt
08:05 Holly_Brockler: "And her opponent, through Door Number 2, at 5'9" and 165 lbs, wearing orange and red, welcome to the pit...Holly Brockler!" I raise my arms, smirking at the crowd as I rest a hand on my hip. Someday soon, my name will become even more renowned than my mother's. And then the real paydays start rolling in. But first, I've gotta sink miss Helene. I keep my eyes on you as I begin to shift my weight from foot to foot, shaking out my arms and preparing for battle.
08:05 Holly_Brockler: yt
08:16 Joanna_Louvier: “Alright, so, if this is your first fight with us tonight… you should know that this is a no-holds-barred fight to the finish. What does that mean? Well, you’ll notice there is no referee in the pit. A fighter may use whatever techniques or tactics she wishes to defeat her opponent. A winner is declared when one fighter is no longer moving. And, while we want the winner to have as much fun as she can, we ask that she consider our custodial staff and try not to make too much of a mess. Alright, fighters ready… HAJIME!” The buzzer sounds, and I spring into action, moving quickly to the center of the pit to try to claim the space and limit your options. I will use my reach to the fullest extent, staying light on my toes in an orthodox boxing stance, and I intend to test your guard with two stiff jabs to your chin, then a low cross to your abs… yt
08:22 Holly_Brockler: At the buzzer, I move forward, but you beat me to the center of the pit. I hiss slightly to myself for already ceding some control, before I raise my arms against your two jabs. "Hffh!" As your low cross approaches, I hop back, then push into the sand to launch forward with an elbow aimed at your jaw. "Hyaa!" As I move in, I prepare to follow up with a standing knee strike, desiring to push you back from the center of the pit.
08:22 Holly_Brockler: yt
08:33 Joanna_Louvier: As you come at me with the elbow strike, I see you charge straight at me and I quickly rise to my full height to send a high teep to your chin with my right leg to beat your elbow strike… then follow up with a left leg jumping roundhouse kick, looking to send you spinning… yt
08:40 Holly_Brockler: "Ghrfh!" Your foot stamps into my chin as I head towards you, knocking me out of my elbow attempt and causing me to stumble to one side. I see you beginning to launch a jumping roundhouse, and pull my arms up as quickly as I can. "Shit- urgh!" I push my forearms into the path of your kick, and they take the brunt of it. It's still really painful, and the force causes me to spin once on my feet as I'm knocked a few steps to one side. Your kicks are landing really heavily, and I don't want to trade blows if I don't have to. As I try to catch myself, I crouch a little lower and prepare to try and take you to the ground.
08:40 Holly_Brockler: yt
08:46 Joanna_Louvier: Nice… love a good solid teep to my opponent’s chin… I see you crouching and it’s too late for me to prevent you from launching your takedown attempt, but I do manage to get my outside arm around your neck and my legs around your waist… looking to lock my hands and trap you in my somewhat stronger arms in a potentially fight-ending guillotine choke… Alright, let’s see how good your ground game is, bitch… yt
08:50 Holly_Brockler: "Ghrrhgh!!" I was hoping to take you off-guard, but now I'm moments away from getting choked! Pushing my arm in to try and pry your outer one away from my neck, I swing my other arm up to try and slam a palm against your face, and push your chin back.
08:50 Holly_Brockler: yt
08:56 Joanna_Louvier: PFSHHH… your palm strikes my face, causing my lower lip to swell and bleed, but it doesn’t quite deter me from my hold, as I crane my neck back to avoid your free hand… I kind of chuckle to myself as you pathetically try to push and pull your way out of one of the most devastatingly effective headlocks in MMA… I flex hard throughout my arms and squeeze your waist with my thighs, now locked up in my closed guard… bending back and trying to bury your forehead in the sand of the pit… yt
09:03 Holly_Brockler: "nnUUURGH..." Feeling your limbs close up around me like cables of muscle, I push my legs up into a straightened position, sliding my arms around your back. "UAAAGH!!" Desperately, with the full force of the choke about to sap my strength, I try to pull you up off the sand and run the two of us forward, hoping to ram into one of the stone walls.
09:03 Holly_Brockler: yt
09:10 Joanna_Louvier: I feel you lift my entire 175 lb body, in addition to your own, off the ground, while I’m in the process of choking you out… goddamn, you didn’t skip leg day, did you? The next thing i feel is the rough stone of the pit wall against my back and the back of my head, as you slam me into it, HARD, and I break the hold with the jarring impact, sinking to the sand on my butt, my shoulders against the wall, I try to get to my feet as fast as possible while keeping you in my sights… gonna have to soften you up a bit more before taking you out. My head hurts but it could have been worse, my ponytail actually absorbed some of the impact, so I got lucky there… yt
09:17 Holly_Brockler: "Ooufh!!" The stone wall was unforgiving, and some of that impact ran through me as well. Feeling you drop off of me, I stagger back before falling to one knee. That was the definition of a desperation move, with the only plan being to escape the hold. I try to ignore the ache in my legs and the slight dizziness from the choke, not wanting to lose this chance. "Hurhh...HRAAH!" Baring my teeth, I push off my planted foot and try to crash a shoulder into your gut, hoping to use the wall to escalate the impact and keep you from recovering too quickly.
09:17 Holly_Brockler: yt
09:22 Joanna_Louvier: Nah, bitch, not this time… I think, dropping to my back with my feet raised in an open guard position and letting you launch yourself up overtop of me, just for me to then launch you more violently into the wall behind us … “hhuuaaghh!” Yt
09:28 Holly_Brockler: "Wh-AAH!" I was ready to brace myself in case you got out of the way, but instead found myself getting both flipped and launched right into the wall. "GUARGH!!" I hit it back-first with a cold smack, before falling nearly-headfirst onto the ground. Scrambling to get up, I make it to my knees before a sharp pain in my back makes me cry out and fall back down, pressing my hands against the sand. I try once again to get up, keeping one arm up to protect myself and the other reaching to brace myself against the wall, as I pant for breath.
09:28 Holly_Brockler: yt
09:36 Joanna_Louvier: Of course, all I need is a moment… just a moment of you, not seeing me, not knowing where the danger is coming from… you are out in the open, sort of… against the wall, but… in my “huntress’ blind”… your back is exposed. I pounce, trying to wrap my trained, muscular arms around your chest… my left hand under your left armpit, my right arm over your right shoulder, locking my hands together in an S-shaped clasp… I hook my legs around your waist , pressing out against your inner thighs… and try to use my powerful back muscles to stretch your body out and render you powerless to resist my attempt to secure a rear naked choke… yt
09:41 Holly_Brockler: "Nh-gha- aaagh!" Once again, the sudden feeling of all four of your limbs clamping around me fills me with a desperate adrenaline. But as I grab at your interlocked hands, my already weakening legs protest another heavy demand being made of them and begin to give out, bringing us down towards the sandy floor.
09:42 Holly_Brockler: yt
09:49 Joanna_Louvier: My weight crushes down on you… ok, so I’m only ten pounds heavier than you, but in your current state, I’m sure it is more than enough to keep you in place. Sensing my chance, I move to hook my right arm around your neck, bending at the crook, breaking my clasp as I shoot my left hand behind your shoulder blade and up behind your head, slipping the edge of my right hand in the crook of my left arm, and pressing your head forward, into the sand, smothering you in the coarse grains as I flex my right bicep and close up your carotid arteries, all the while pulling up on your head, while pushing down on your lower back with my hips… crushing, stretching, choking, strangling and smothering you all at once… Good girl… time for you to rest… yt
09:55 Holly_Brockler: "Nn-No!" Attempting to force us off the ground simply results in my legs mashing against the sand. There's no way I'm going to be able to do that again, and now a rear naked choke is locking in as I struggle to fight back, but remain a step behind you at every point. "NggkAAG-MMMPFFH!!" My voice growing more desperate as it emanates from the smothering sands, my struggles grow into a sudden wild thrashing as my hands and feet beat and claw at the ground. The pain in my back grows as my consciousness begins to slip and fade, my limbs growing more slack before they start to shudder. "My hands dig into the sand, almost as though they're trying to crawl away.
09:55 Holly_Brockler: yt
10:06 Joanna_Louvier: Just a few more seconds… you know what you have to do… she says… No, I don’t… I reply. I feel your body weakening as your struggling becomes more desperate. Wounded prey is the most dangerous. Finish what you started, child… NO… I… I…. Suddenly, I am overtaken by a feeling I lack the vocabulary to describe… otherworldly… a dark intention, but pure in its simplicity. A gift, from the forest. I choke and crank your neck, harder, harder, harder… far beyond the measured application of force my training has instilled in me… it almost feels as if your spinal column is popping, breaking apart… “She” is here with me. Guiding me. My modest offering… worked. I am *terrified.* I imagine you are, too… She should be… yt
10:12 Holly_Brockler: "Gghkuh....gKUH!!...UUGHKK!!" Instead of slipping into darkness, a growing ache in my neck becomes a painful pressure and keeps me in a terrible place of consciousness. What was a calculated clench has quickly become a monstrous vice, and a creaking sensation in my neck muscles is compounded by a shuddering of the bones within. My hands start beating at your arms, and then clawing, as my feet kick and struggle hard enough to begin digging a smaller pit in the sand around them. My voice is being crushed into a pleading squeal as torturous pops begin to fill my throat.
10:12 Holly_Brockler: yt
10:24 Joanna_Louvier: The crowd is going mad above us, shouting and chanting rhythmically as you flail for your life while my arms exert monstrous force on your spine and throat. There isn’t a single thing on this planet that could stop me from doing what I am doing to you now, and as you struggle and scratch at me, I wrench and crank you harder… feeling the sweat and heat between our bodies now making our skin slick and making it a little more of a challenge to maintain, but my muscles overcompensate for that and I hear the sound of your voice as your trachea sounds like it is being torn apart in your throat… I am a passenger in my body… no, this *is* me, I’m *doing* this… but if this is what I choose, why do I feel as though I cannot stop myself? I surge with all of my strength, trying to end your suffering once and for all, pulling as hard as I can with force that may well tear your head from your shoulders… yt
10:35 Holly_Brockler: "...a!...kck!...EGH!!" The popping grows into a crackling noise, until there is a sudden crunching crack. My eyes snap open wide as my head jerks back, my arms and legs suddenly convulsing as I emit rapid wheezing gasps. As my body tries to survive through the critical break inside my spine, all I see is that thumb drawing across your neck. Another pop draws out into a prolonged and wet crunching snap, and my neck elongates and bends back at a terrible angle. My arms and legs go limp with a final spasm as my eyes roll up, while bubbles of saliva form around my protruding tongue.
10:35 Holly_Brockler: yt
10:47 Joanna_Louvier: I feel you go limp, finally, in my arms… but other than that, I feel… nothing. Just my heavy breathing returning to normal… just the satisfaction of an unquestionable victory. I shove your lifeless face back down into the sand, and get back up to my feet… So sloppy. Make it clean, girl… Artemis spoon feeds me the instructions. I kneel behind you, lifting your limp form up in front of me, slumped over on your knees, sitting on your heels. I grab a handful of your dark hair and bring your head upright. Finally, I cup your chin in my right hand and place my left against the back of your head… NOW… I twist, swiftly, and your neck goes SNAP! … making damn sure I’m not leaving you to suffer a slow death in silence. And making sure the crowd gets their money shot. Your head hangs limp from your shoulders and I drop you unceremoniously back down into the sand. Standing over my fallen prey… a hollow feeling filling my belly. The roar of the crowd. Yt
10:53 Holly_Brockler: As you raise my failing body up into position and cup my chin, I shudder with an unintelligible noise as my aimless eyes quiver once in the arena lights. When you perform one more snap of my neck, there's a burst of saliva and a sharp gurgling noise, finishing me off once and for all. Some foam dribbles from my slackened mouth as you display me to the crowd, before I crumple facedown in a lifeless and sweaty heap at your feet.
10:53 Holly_Brockler: yt
11:03 Joanna_Louvier: “WE HAVE OUR WINNER!!! HELENE TROIE!” The announcer bellows… and I raise a fist in victory… “Congratulations… You will advance to the next round of the tournament! Please make your way to your dressing room and await further instructions…” My door opens, and the cleanup crew arrives to come haul your lifeless corpse out of the arena… I head through the door before it has a chance to change its mind. Wonderful… now I just have to do this two more times tonight, and the top prize money is mine. I’m liking my chances.
11:03 Joanna_Louvier: Yt (or end)
11:03 Holly_Brockler: (End works!)

Published: 2022-03-02, viewed 109 times.