Long Form Roleplayers

00:37 Joanna_Louvier: God dammit… I’m doing everything I can, but you’re just… so… strong… I can feel my grip slipping… feel myself losing leverage with every tenth of a second… each second feeling like a minute… Where I pull, you push… where I push, you pull… where I try to expand, you contract… where I try to clam up, you pry me open… your hips pressing in above my waist… your legs hooking into mine, spreading them and flattening my hips into the canvas… that concentrated, muscular upper body of yours pressing down so heavily on my head, neck and shoulders… crushing my forehead against the canvas as you wrench the crook of your right arm around my neck and rip your left out from my left side, locking your right hand into your left bicep and thrusting my head forward as you lock in that choke… my unruly blonde hair getting pulled and yanked in the struggle… fuck, that hurts… in a very trivial way, but it’s still fucking painful… not just painful… it’s… fucking hot.
00:40 Joanna_Louvier: And I’m not just talking about temperature. Ever since I started training in grappling, I’ve always been fascinated by blood chokes… especially the rear naked choke. It’s such a dominant position, and a devastatingly powerful hold. When executed properly, it can put anyone to sleep in less than ten seconds, no matter how strong they are. Everyone needs blood going to the brain, and the power to take that away and make a fighter go limp is… intoxicating. It’s seriously dangerous. But danger is sexy. And as much as I would prefer to be the one taking your back and choking you out… my mind just can’t help but do that thing it does in situations like these… I can’t help it. The feeling of being wrapped up tight in those muscular, hairy, manly arms, being totally enveloped by your powerful body… being crushed under your weight… utterly manhandled and at your mercy… I can’t resist the waves of arousal washing over me right now...
00:42 Joanna_Louvier: My body betraying me as I bargain with my brain to just keep the lights on for a couple more seconds… grunting, breathing hard… spittle spraying from my mouth as my face is rubbed into the canvas under the hot, sweaty canopy of my blonde hair and your muscular arms and shoulders… I feel that horrible crushing squeeze coming on as you finally get the leverage to apply the required pressure—and I can tell you know exactly how much is needed—oh, God… oh, God… fffffuckkkk—
00:43 Joanna_Louvier: DIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!! I’m still holding… I’m at the edge… fuhhhhhhckkkk… Noooo… FINALLY, you release me… I feel my carotid arteries open again and the oxygen is restored to my brain… I press my palms into the canvas as you reluctantly roll off of my back… that was the closest I’ve ever come to getting choked out in a professional fight. But… I made it. Made it to round two… I have a minute—just ONE minute… to get a little water splashed on me, and to get some coaching in… I stumble over to my corner…
00:53 Joanna_Louvier: As I’m getting some water and a towel, my coach goes over the first round with me… “you’re not going to like what I’m about to say, Jo… That beautiful, perfect counterpunch you threw? The one that’s definitely going to be on the highlight reel? That was a tactical error. Save that flashy shit for later. You’ve still got your mobility. Use it. Greg is a charging bull. Be the matador… wear him down first, pick him apart and do not let him get in close like that again. I don’t care if he offers you his jaw on a silver fucking platter. Maintain your distance, until you’re certain you can finish him—otherwise, you WILL lose this fight…” He pauses for a moment, letting it sink in, then smiles, and adds, “I know you can do this, champ. Go out there and kick his ass.”
00:58 Joanna_Louvier: I nod to my coach, still too out of breath to waste any now, and nothing clever to say at the moment. As the last seconds of the round break tick down, I finish catching my breath and bounce a bit on the balls of my feet, shaking out the cobwebs as I get ready to go back out there and give you hell. I’m coming for you, Greg. Coming for that title. That belt. Try and stop me. [J R1B]

02:24 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: SPANKING the mat as the ref pulls me off you. NO. Goddammit, NO. That GODDAMN TIMER. If it wasn't for that timer, this fight would be over. If it wasn't for that timer, you'd be unconscious... or dead. Plain and simple... dead. Actual dead. Career over, LIFE over. DEAD. Of course... during all my years of Brazilian jiu jitsu training, if it wasn't for that same timer, I would have been unconscious or dead too. I believe "tapping out" goes back to Japanese Jiu-Jitsu, before judo branched off. A tapout was a symbolic death, used during training to indicate to your partner, that if they didn't let go of whatever they were doing to you, you admit it - you would be literally dead. In seconds.
02:25 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: These are POWERFUL forms of NEAR INSTANT DEATH we are fighting with in this octagon, and it's only because we've agreed to rules like tapouts, and timers, that more people don't die in the cage. Getting choked out in a fight like this, or choking someone else out by the sheer strength of your muscles, tendons, bones, and will alone, is as close to a civilized, near-death experience as you can recreate on this planet without one of you actually dying. And to some people, it's exhilerating. It's the moment in life, when you're nearly dead, that you feel the most ALIVE. Those people, who get exhilerated by near death experiences, often become professional fighters. Are you as exhilerated by nearly dying, as I am by nearly killing you? I wonder, as I roll off your hot, sweaty, panting, fucking sexy as FUCK body. I just want to roll you back over onto your back, plant my hot sweaty body in between those thick ass thighs...
02:25 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: "Tap, or nap." That's the phrase tossed around in competitions, and what it means is, if an opponent has you in a compromising blood choke, and you refuse to tap out, you're going to get KNOCKED OUT. Unconscious. Without the ability to move your own body, defend yourself in any way. And after you get knocked out, you might die, within seconds, and there would be literally nothing you can do to stop it from happening to you. Nothing you can do, to stop someone from abruptly ending your life. If a ref isn't paying attention? Or your opponent is particularly cruel and decides to crush down on something vitally important to survival? Dead. So it's generally agreed among all practitioners of Mixed Martial Arts, or any art involving blood chokes really, that it's a good idea to tap out before you die.
02:25 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: When you tap out, says a lot about who you are as a fighter. Three rhythmic slaps of your hand, and you admit defeat, and you get to live to fight another day. Some "fighters" tap before the choke is even locked in, for fear of getting hurt. Some fight tooth and nail to resist the tap, until it's absolutely, crystal clear that they've lost and there's nothing they can do to escape. Still others, well... they just... don't tap. And why? One thing is absolutely certain, I didn't feel even a HINT from you that you were seriously considering tapping out. Not Joanna Louvier. Even pinned under the literal WORLD CHAMPION of mixed martial arts, with the literal DEADLIEST choke on the planet locked firmly around your neck, you didn't even THINK about tapping.
02:26 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Is it because you are THAT committed to this fight, that you're willing to die for it? Are you battling an ego, that refuses to let you admit when you've lost, and might some day get you killed? Or hell, were you ENJOYING it? These are questions I have no way to answer. The fact remains... you didn't tap. And that goddamn timer ran out, and I was forced to let go. Forced to NOT kill you, forced to be civilized, quiet my inner beast. Like a professional does. Hopefully, it's as clear to you now as the fact that you refused to tap, that I was willing to kill you.
02:33 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Peeling my arm out from under your chin, and rolling off that hot, sweaty, perfect specimen of female grace, beauty, power, and ferocity you call your body, I can't help but be... impressed. You didn't even THINK about tapping. You're a fucking BEAST. I can count the number of people on one hand who have refused to tap to me in the last... shit, five years? And you're now on that short list. Regardless of how the rest of this fight goes, you've earned my respect, for just that one, long refusal... to die. To give up. Fucking props, Joanna. You're an animal. Like me.
02:34 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I climb to my feet and move over to get sixty lousy seconds of refreshment. My left thigh aches, I'd almost forgotten about that damn kick. My fucking mouth hurts like a motherfucker, and I KNOW I'm going to have one, if not two fat lips. I don't feel my spine angry yet, but at 44... sorry doc, you'll have your work cut out for you after this one. The fact is, you beat the hell out of me this round, with some spectacular counterpunching, some wicked fast hard kicks, a cool head, and the will to win. Woman after my own heart.
02:37 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My cutman holds an ice pack to my face, good. Must not be bleeding. Rubbing on my legs, keeping the blood flowing. Only one round in, of a potentially five round fight. My cardio is actually doing remarkably well, since I threw mostly big bombs and was pretty clean on the ground. Plenty in the tank left for round two, plus a hefty dose of respect for my opponent. What the hell is it they call you? The Huntress? I'll remember that now. I didn't think I had to bother, but... I'll remember your name now.
02:39 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: The final seconds tick down, I clench down on my mouth guard, SMACK my gloves together, and pick up the pace, bouncing, ready to go finish what I started. I'm hunting you, Huntress. Let's do this. [G R1B]

19:56 Joanna_Louvier: As the seconds tick by, and we get closer and closer to the start of the round, I look you up and down as I bounce, steady my breathing, and increase my heart rate so I can perform at maximum efficiency. Yes, I think it’s fair to say you won the first round. You almost killed me. And I know you would have, had I not managed to stall you down to that last second when the bell rang. I came into this fight with a healthy respect for you, for your skills, for your absolute domination of the League, and for your twelve consecutive title defenses… but when it came down to it, I thought my striking would be powerful enough to stop you in your tracks. Since you smashed me into the cage wall, I’ve learned to respect the power your body is capable of.
19:57 Joanna_Louvier: And one might think that with that respect comes fear… but it’s quite the opposite. With this new knowledge, I’ve added another tool to my arsenal. Having experienced your power firsthand, I now know how to handle you… how to move with you, around you… how to predict your movement, and wait patiently for the opportunity to strike. And like a matador, I will dance and dance around that powerful beast body of yours, striking only when I can be absolutely certain that you will be unable to strike back, or charge into me. I’ve managed to get my mental clarity back after those two punishing uppercuts, and fortunately, one result of the first round is that you ended up with significantly more lasting damage than I did… so while I almost lost the whole game in those last few seconds, my recklessness was rewarded, by a slight margin.
20:10 Joanna_Louvier: I can’t remember the last time I was truly afraid in a fight. Not in a fight. Fear comes from the unknown. And I know fighting. I have all my life. Neither do I fear Death. Because I have come to know her in my travels. And Death and I have made our peace. I made a decision many years ago to live every day as if it would be my last, and since then, I have not been burdened by regret or worry, because I wake up every day and choose to live. Living is so dear. And in that moment, when you were ready to make good on your threat of snuffing my life out, I did not falter in following my battle plan, because that is how I live every moment of my life.
20:12 Joanna_Louvier: It’s not for everyone. I know I’m not the norm, and nobody should feel they have to hold themselves to the same standards I do, but this is how I am. I was blessed with incredible gifts, preternatural abilities, only enhanced by years of training, dedication, and focus. And having been given such great gifts in this life, I have made a commitment to see this journey through, whether it leads me to glory, or an early grave. Because there is an insatiable part of me that has to know where it leads. There is a part of me that has to ask the question. To interrogate. To drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.
20:28 Joanna_Louvier: And now it’s time to drive you into a corner… well, a wall… and reduce you to your lowest terms. Figuratively speaking. I want to… get to know you… Greg. And if I have to utterly take you apart in order to know you… then so be it. DINNNG DINNNNG!!! The bell rings for the start of Round 2, and I once again bound out to the center of the cage, looking to get there before you, and then as you reach my striking distance, circle out to my left, feint a jab, step in with a hard jab to your chin and shuffle back a step, and try to continue circling around you to your left to draw you out into making a mistake that I can really capitalize on… [Start of Round 2] [J1/15]

20:39 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: After one round in the cage with The Huntress, I've learned a few things. One, I learned that those big thick powerfully muscled redwood chopping legs of yours CAN be passed, if I can convince you to attempt to go toe to toe with me and trade fists. Your one counterpunch that nearly knocked me out through my own misplaced momentum still ended up costing you the round. And between the two of us? I've got the bigger, stronger arms, and the more powerful upper body, and once I get a hold of you, I've already proven I can take you on the ground even from the bottom and dominate you on the ground. That means the goal of this round is simple. It's the same goal as the first round. Get past your feet, and smash that strong, lean, incredible body into the canvas.
20:39 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Two, I've learned that your tenacity is not a trivial element of your fighting style. Even when faced with a tragic failure in your plan, you still took it head on and faced imminent death like a champion, holding on for dear life until the bitter end, and not giving up. That means anything I throw at you needs to be BRUTALLY efficient, and once I get that momentum going, I need to keep at it until you simply can't move your body any longer. It's clear you are willing to sacrifice anything it takes to get the job done, making you an especially dangerous opponent. The most dangerous people in the world are always the ones willing to lose everything to win. Exactly the kind of warrior partner I'd love to have at my side...
20:40 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Three, I've learned that I really, REALLY like holding on to your body. Holding you down. Manhandling you. Putting all my weight on you. Trapping you with my hips. Dominating you. Imposing my will on your body. Squeezing the life out of you.
20:40 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: And four, I've learned that I have no idea yet what you are fully capable of. With a perfect record of 39 wins, including 32 KOs, I KNOW you were holding back that round. I KNOW I have not yet seen your final form, and this battle is just getting warmed up. Heated. I know you've got a whole arsenal you haven't tapped into yet, because I've fought some of those men and women you destroyed, and they're TOUGH. I suspect you are a technician, whereas I am a brawler, relying on brute strength and unstoppable momentum to devastate my opponents. You're a Huntress. I have yet to see all your weapons. And that... is exciting to me. I haven't had a REAL challenge in this arena in YEARS. Maybe you'll show me something I haven't seen before. Maybe you'll even be the one...
20:40 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: The cage door clangs shut, the bell rings, the crowd roars, and I bounce out to center octagon. I know I can't beat you to the middle, you're too goddamn fast on those legs. That's okay, I'm confident I'll get in between them eventually.
20:41 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Gloves up, light on my feet, my left knee holding strong under that beautiful bruise, I dance towards you. You throw a typical jab, guard up to block. Textbo...WHAP. A second HARD jab slips through my guard, landing solidly on my chin... "MMMPH" knocking my head slightly to the left. Damn, where did that come from? I swing a left hook, but you're not there anymore, and my fist swishes nowhere near your jaw. You're on my left now, weren't you just on my right? Shit you're fast. This is going to be work, for sure. That's okay. This is my job. A deep breath. Turn to you on my left foot, whip my knee up, and send a right push kick just above the waistband of your skirt. [G1/15]

22:55 Joanna_Louvier: WHAP! You bit on my feint, making it possible for me to get my actual jab in, tagging your chin hard… nice, setting the tone for this round… I dash back, and to your left/my right, which you clearly didn’t expect, evidenced by your missed left hook, and as you adjust your position to follow my movement, I see you chambering that right leg to throw a right teep to my waistline… the same kick that doubled me over when I hesitated in Round 1. Not this time. I know there’s no blocking a properly squared teep, but I don’t have to block…
23:29 Joanna_Louvier: As your right knee raises and loads the kick, I pivot on the ball of my left foot, turning my toes out and away from you 180 degrees, bringing my right knee forward and snapping my shin and instep into your left ribs, punishing your body by SLAMMING a right leg roundhouse kick, and in the same motion, causing your right teep to harmlessly glance off my abs as I make my already slim waistline an even slimmer target… then circling around to your right with a long range jab to your guard, to continue my strategy of picking you apart at a distance… [J2/15]

23:50 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My left hook swinging and missing as you dash back out of the way, I attempt a long range attack like one of yours, hoping to fold you over again so I could drive you back into the floor. And my arrogance at thinking I could catch you with such a basic attack is swiftly punished, as my kick barely grazes those rock hard abs, and I watch helpless as you swing your thick muscular right leg into my left bicep, tricep and ribs with a WHAM, slamming my body to the right... "HUNNGH"... I'm forced to step down and to the right on my failed push kick to catch myself from falling, my left foot sliding to catch up, as your kick knocks me several inches over.
23:51 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: You whip a jab at my right forearm to try to keep me from charging in, essentially staying square with me as I'm slammed right and you circle right, so I push off my left foot towards you to try to get in close again, and swing up a left uppercut towards those abs I just missed, hoping to put a dent in your wall of armor. [G2/15]

00:17 Joanna_Louvier: As I circle to my left, your right, and smack your forearm with another jab, you waste no time trying to get in close again, leaning in close and bringing your left fist low, hooking upwards in a left uppercut aiming at my abs, but I’m able to read your footwork as you pivot on the ball of your left foot, shifting your weight into the uppercut. Shuffling back and a little to my right half a step as you lower that left shoulder and bring your fist towards my abs, I wing an overhand right cross towards your left eye, hopefully slipping your uppercut at the same time as I twist again at the waist, but tensing my abs just in case…
00:21 Joanna_Louvier: I then throw a switch stance left roundhouse kick targeting your abs, switching my left leg to the rear and my right leg to lead in one singular switching motion before swinging my left shin and instep up HARD into your muscular core, then taking a step back onto my right as the kick has returned me to my orthodox stance… as I take that step back I push off my right leg to throw another hard jab to your right eye, changing levels and keeping the pressure on your guard, then continuing circling out to your right again… [J3/15]

00:36 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Recovering as quickly as I can from your brutal kick to my ribs, I whip a powerful blow at your sexy abs, and... it gets me nowhere. Your sultry little hip swivel reminds me of a latin dancer, and it occurs to me that you would probably be an incredible dance partner. If you're any good at following my lead, that is...
00:37 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My uppercut grazes your abs again. I want to touch them. Kiss them. But at the moment, I can't. You remind me of that fact with a swinging overhand to my left eye, that lands with a THWACK, sending a mist of sweat off my head as you throw it down and right, setting me up perfectly for that SOLID kick to my abs, that lands with a THUD and folds me over your shin.. "HUUFFF" I grunt the air through my clenched mouth guard, feeling just like that poor redwood.
00:42 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: And then... you step back into my world. Instead of staying back and picking me off with another kick, you step IN with a jab, while I'm still aching and folded from your kick. With only the slightest twitch of my body down, I slip that jab, step IN to you too, and there it is. That body. Swinging my hips back and forth, I drive a HEAVY right hook into your ribs under that jab, a left to your obliques, a right uppercut to your solar plexus, and then double that right up into an uppercut under your hopefully folded over chin, looking to bring things solidly back under my control. [G3/15]

01:47 Joanna_Louvier: Having landed a punishing overhand right to your left eye and followed up with a pretty flashy kick that just doubled over the reigning MMA world champion, I’m starting to ride that high that only comes with the flawless, perfectly timed execution of a well honed and powerful technique… I’m really starting to feel like the fucking badass amazon warrior I am… but as I go to follow up with that jab, it’s too easy for you to just slip to the outside… and I can see what’s next as you step in on your left foot and start swinging your torso counterclockwise, arcing that right arm, bent at the elbow at a 90 degree angle…
01:52 Joanna_Louvier: My weight still being on my left foot, I have just enough time to push off, urgently sending myself back a full step, and your right hook just grazes my serratus muscles, just under the bottom of my bra. As I see your left hook coming for my obliques, I swivel on my hips and pivot on the ball of my right foot, turning my right knee inward a bit awkwardly, but making your left just graze me again, but getting a little impact against my abs just over my belly button, eliciting a small “ufff!” through my mouth guard as I barely dance out of the way. Then I see you lower that right shoulder and I pivot again, on my left foot this time, pushing off my right foot and swinging it back in a clockwise motion, making your uppercut miss wide… bringing me to a T-position with you on your right side…
02:02 Joanna_Louvier: That’s it, tire yourself out chasing after me, and I’ll be ready with the bucket and mop when you’re done… I take the opportunity to level a stiff jab at your temple… then shift my weight onto my back foot and throw a hard left leg teep to your ribs or abs as you try to course correct to throw that second right uppercut… STICKING this charging, relentless, beast of a man with another deadly estoque de torero… [J4/15]

02:09 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Missing a blow costs more energy than landing one, because your own muscles have to return all the momentum of your limb back to its origination rather than benefitting from the elastic energy of bouncing off the opposing force of your opponent. It's a fact every fighter knows, and so we all choose our attacks very, very carefully to conserve as much energy as possible. Every strike counts. Every strike has to land, if at all possible. A missed strike is worse than throwing no strike at all. Much worse. And after a missed left uppercut to your abs, followed by three more missed heavy punches, those sexy, swinging, swiveling hips, those flexing powerful muscles of your stunning abdomen, the deadly grace and beauty with which you're swaying that perfect torso... fuck I want you. I want to wreck you, and I want to take you, and I want to own you. You absolute BEAST of a woman.
02:10 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I'm not even mad when you swivel and sway around my heavy missed blows, just because I get to watch you at your best, in peak condition, in peak form, dodging the heaviest blows from the heaviest heavyweight on the planet. It's a DAZZLING display of boxing prowess.
02:22 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My fourth punch doesn't even launch. After you dodge the first three, you're in the perfect position to send a GORGEOUS jab towards my temple that stuns me and nearly interrupts my beautiful combo... "MMMPPH".. locking me in place to receive that straight left teep, my final uppercut only weakly sliding my hairy arm up against your muscular calf as you DRIVE that foot into my upper abdomen, with a WHOOSH of air, and I stumble back one step, then two. Forced to pause for a moment as I breathe heavily around not only your kick, but my missed punches, trying to regain my composure, and my guard. That was a stunning reversal, in more ways than one, and I am absolutely FLOORED and MORE than a little impressed that you just handled the world champion's biggest hits like a novice boxer. I circle to the right, sucking in some much needed oxygen, and try to form a battle plan. The round is just starting, and I'm not close, to getting in close. I need to get in close.
02:40 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Watching you bouncing on your toes, looking very proud of yourself, I start to drool a little. Not out of nausea, not out of rage, just...I want to DEVOUR you. I want you in my arms again. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Patience, champ. You'll get her soon. Just be patient. This woman, this match, will both be yours, soon. Just stay focused. And get in close. Try something, get that momentum moving back in your direction, try not to get your block knocked off this time. Clenching my guard up tight, huffing into my forearms, I inch closer to you, then when you're just out of kicking range, I step in big with my left foot, twisting the ball of my foot into the canvas counter clockwise, chamber my right knee, LEAP towards you on my left foot, and then DRIVE a right side kick straight towards you, in just about the longest long range attack I can still manage at this point in my fighting career, looking to flat out launch you across the octagon and into the cage wall. [G4/15]

18:16 Joanna_Louvier: Watching the realization dawn on you that I’m simply not going to stand there and trade with you this time… seeing you process in real time what I just did to you… I’m not gonna lie, it’s kind of cute. The world champion, showing just a hint of vulnerability in those… blue… and hazel eyes… vulnerability, and then, resolve. You don’t just want to defeat me, knock me out, make me submit, destroy me, and put an end to my attempt to usurp your throne… Your desires go beyond the walls of this cage. Beyond the bounds of the WUCL, of this competition, of sport. You don’t just want to defeat me. You want me. You want to conquer and claim me. I can feel that desire radiating off of you. I could smell it, down on the canvas with you at the end of Round 1.
18:19 Joanna_Louvier: And while winning this fight by any means necessary has been and will continue to be my focus tonight… I can’t help but feel this primal urge to get my long, lithe body pressed tight up against yours again. To feel your muscles, your heat, take in your scent, to be crushed under your weight… or perhaps, if the conditions allow… to crush you under mine… but none of that can happen until I have thoroughly disarmed you, my ferocious, animalistic adversary. You know I won’t let you get in close again, but you won’t take no for an answer… like a lot of the men in my life… Of course, this is a different battlefield. A literal one.
18:23 Joanna_Louvier: And here you come again, stepping in with your left, pivoting counterclockwise… I need to move… I dash to my right, your left, as you launch towards me with… honestly, an impressively athletic jumping side kick… which absolutely would have sent me stumbling and off balance, maybe even put me on my ass… but instead, as you land on your left foot with your right leg fully extended, and I’m now positioned just off to your left, your guard somewhat compromised by the kick you just launched…
18:26 Joanna_Louvier: No reason to hold back here… I shift my weight onto my left foot and SLAM a hard jab at your right eye, then throw another HARD rear roundhouse kick with my right leg to your left ribs, which should be exposed if you bring your hands up to guard your face… finally, as my right leg bounces back to the rear position, I push off it again, chambering my right leg as I thrust upward on the ball of my left foot to throw a high, powerful teep kick to your face, looking to press the ball of my right foot into your eyebrows and my heel into your chin, ROCKING you and sending you stumbling back… [J5/15]

18:54 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Gotta get close to you. That's all that matters. Winning this fight and maintaining my longstanding title depends on it. From a distance, I may be the king of the jungle, but you're the Huntress, and all the power and strength and ferocity in the world won't help me if I can't get my hands on you. My hands all over you. My hands on your body, all over you. Mmm...
18:54 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: But first, gotta get close to you. Regaining focus after missing every punch in my retaliatory combination, my breathing is starting to get heavy. I'm not used to missing so many blows. What I am used to doing, is throwing my weight around and getting the job done. And with a beautifully chambered and what I thought was accurate stepping side kick, I want to drive all the fight out of you in one blow, or at the very least, get close enough to grab you and wrestle you to the ground, under me, right where I want you...
18:54 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Like so many women in my life over the years, not just avoiding my misplaced advance, you actively strike back, looking to hurt me. Stopping me from looking, punishing me for trying to get close. Your left fist SLAMS into my right eye with a THWACK as my leg is extended, and I can feel the swelling starting around my globe immediately. My hands reflexively raise to cover my face in response to the pain of your punishment. Can't see. Struggling to see.
18:55 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: And the punishment continues. Breaking down the core of who I am, with that big, strong, powerful leg, SLAMMING into my ribs as I turtle up around my beaten eye.. "HNNNGH" pushing my left elbow down you drive my body to the right, and I wince around the pain in my side and skip to the side on my barely recoiled right leg. Can't breathe. Struggling to breathe.
18:56 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: But it's not enough, to stop me looking, and pick apart my core, you keep punishing me for advancing, smashing me in the face with the sole of your foot. Your heel landing just before the ball of your foot, opening my mouth just slightly enough to shove the sole of your foot against my swollen lips, giving me a taste. Your teep sends a SHOWER of sweat and drool flying off my head as your foot plants a print directly on my face, driving my head back a full six inches from the force of your blow, and my body has to stumble back two, three steps just to keep myself upright.
18:56 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Hands up around my painful eye and beaten face, choosing to keep myself protected up high knowing that leaves my core open, but you're punching and kicking bruises into my face and where the head goes the body goes. It's all I can do to get my feet under me and try to stumble off to the right with my guard up, and blink some of the water out of my rapidly swelling blue right eye, and regroup the best I can to prepare for more attacks and stay in the fight, now forced to primarily use my hazel left. Fuck, that was a beautiful kick. Can't think. Struggling to think.
22:19 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Can't just stay here and get beaten. I got so close last round, and I'm the goddamn world champion. I've taken worse than this. Gritting my teeth on my mouthguard, as I shake my head and lick the salty taste of your foot off my lips, I keep my right eye covered and step towards you, not with a kick, but with my guard up and ready. Stalking my prey, ready to pounce, knowing you've got more arrows in your quiver ready to keep piercing my thick hide. I want to take you down. I need to take you down. I'm the goddamn world champion, and I've got a job to do. No stopping until they make me. Blinking, squinting. And if you're a lion, you can't take down prey from a distance. And you're Joanna Louvier, the Huntress. You're not going to make a foolish move, you're waiting for ME to make one. I need to get inside, even if it gets me hurt. No two ways about it. Which leg will she use first, if you rush straight in? Both of them, of course.
22:25 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I make the choice. Keeping my lead leg light, I crouch down slightly on my right foot and THRUST into the canvas, pushing off towards you in a charge. Stomping my left, ready to change direction, I bob down and weave to my left and swing out my left elbow looking to wind up a left haymaker, and instead of throwing it SNAP that left back against my chin in a tight guard, continue that little clockwise circle with my torso and STOMP down on my right foot, dip my right shoulder, swing my hips, and lift a right left uppercut combination up into your navel. Again, as before, looking to... reach out and touch you. [G5/15]

22:44 Joanna_Louvier: Another brutal exchange… you advance, I make you miss, I punish you… it’s not personal. It’s business. But… no, I guess that isn’t quite right. We’re in the woods. The jungle. Pick your metaphor. Only one of us can survive this encounter. It’s all fucking personal. And right now, you rightly recognize that there’s only one way you’re going to land anything on me… you’ve got to close the distance faster than I can create it. I expect you won’t try another kick like the one you just did, but you have no other option than to keep coming for me… hmmm… what would I do if I were you?
22:56 Joanna_Louvier: Before I’m able to answer that question, I see you bring that guard in tight… you launch off your back foot, almost bounding up to me like a charging lion… your weight planted heavily on your left foot, just within striking range, I see you loading an almost desperate looking haymaker… I line up the shot, but… it’s almost… too perfect… In a split second decision, I counter with a right leg roundhouse kick, looking to smack my instep against the left side of your now unprotected jaw… but as my right leg is extending, I see you retracting that left hand back to your guard… it’s a feint… THEN, as my kick is deflected by your shoulder and guard, I see you stomping another step forward on your right, into southpaw… clever boy… and your right shoulder dips…
23:06 Joanna_Louvier: I tense my abs and try to bring my right hand back to guard but “OUUUufffff!!!” your right upper THUMPs flush into my navel, pivoting me back flush into your left as it THUMPs into the same spot… “UGhh!” Knocking some of the breath out of me as spittle flies from my lips and mouthguard… sending me back a step on my back foot… get out of there… get out, you have to get out… I quickly formulate an exit strategy… a quick jab, cross combination, followed by a step out to my right, then a left hook, right cross as I expect you to pursue again… now it’s an all out, close range firefight, and both of us are laying it all on the line. Even after all of those brutal hits you took, I’m having trouble slowing you down. No wonder you’re the champion. You’re… relentless… [J6/15]

23:26 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Getting close to you, it's... personal, now. That first round finish was only a taste. A taste of what it feels like to be on TOP of you, my body wrapped around your body. And in that moment, I still wonder... did you refuse to tap, because you were just that stubborn? You clearly are single minded, and determined. You don't beat 39 fighters in a row and end up in the championship by being weak. Still, I wonder... did a part of you... enjoy, giving yourself to me? Those moments left a taste in my mouth, but just a taste, and something I NEED to explore. Now that I've tasted you, I want... more. At the moment, all I taste is... foot. And mouthguard rubber. And a little blood. But I want to taste YOU. Fold myself around you again, and see if you like it.
23:26 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: First, though, I need to get a hold of you. And with the world's most dangerous legs at your disposal to keep me away from you, my work is cut out for me. You are a world class expert at keeping men away from you, permanently. But my mind is set now. I am going to try to get you into my arms and feel that feeling again, and see if you like it. Because I think you liked it. Winning this fight against you will be a lovely secondary prize, to that very real goal. My goals now aligned, it's all about method. And before I can take you down, I need to get in close. Get those big legs moving, so I can get in between them.
23:27 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My last move left my head wide open, and you took advantage like the professional you are. I can't afford to be that sloppy if I'm going to get you where I want you. So I make the choice to offer my chin to your feet again... and then snap that wide open window shut. Launching my big looping feint, I am not at all surprised to see you chambering and whipping a huge kick AS I'm already launching towards you, and if I hadn't brought that haymaker back to my head, I would have been in a world of hurt... again.
23:27 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: As it stands, my left snapping back to my head not only dulls that SMACK of your shin, it also gives me some resistance for your own kick to drive me right where I want myself, squared up with you, crouched down on my powerful right leg, bicep flexing down at my ribs, and then EXPLODING my fist up into your thick, rippled, muscled, insanely ripped abs for the first time... AND the second time... those delicious ripples of my fists slamming into your wall of muscle sending reverberations down both arms, and adrenaline surging. Got you, Huntress. Got you right where I want you. And I'll trade fists up close with you alllllllll day.
23:27 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Driving you back one step, then two, showing you all that power I've got chambered in my arms, the power that has floored dozens of men and women. Still... those abs. Fuck, it's like hitting a brick goddamn wall. I need to move higher and work that head. And keep the momentum moving in my direction. I have no choice but to eat the jab to my right cheek with a WHAP as I lift up my left to cover, and the right cross lands with a THUD on my guard.
23:30 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I look to feed you some back by stepping left into you with a right shovel hook to your jaw. Your left hook smacks into my right shoulder and the back of my head, and I've got a left hook of my own chambered. Your second right cross thuds into my left cheek, smacking my head to almost into my right shoulder in what is now becoming a familiar spray of sweat off my tousled up hair, and I follow with that left hook of my own, to your jaw. You can dish them out, that's for sure. But can you take them? Crouching down one more time I step down hard onto my right foot, and swivel my hips into a right hook, left hook combination to your obliques, hoping to end up with my left foot stepping forward again, back in my orthodox stance. I'm taking damage, but I'm IN CLOSE, right where I want to be, and looking to stay here. [G6/15]

20:52 Joanna_Louvier: My initial jab lands on your cheek, and you get your left hand up in time to block my cross. I’ll take it. My only goal with those two was to buy myself some time and possibly slow you down for a second. At least you didn’t weave past them. As I step out on my right foot, following with my left foot, you continue your pursuit, matching me step for step with your left foot, and as I am throwing that left hook, your right shovel hook gets to me first, but my left shoulder manages to glance some of the heat off of it, allowing me to roll with it, my jaw feeling the throb of the partial impact as my left harmlessly bounces off your right shoulder and your head as your inside counter hook negates my hook’s power…
20:53 Joanna_Louvier: I snap that left hand back to guard as fast as I can, and committing to my escape plan, I throw the right cross, which lands directly on your left cheek with a satisfying THUD. I snap my right hand back just in time for my right glove to take the force of your left hook, smacking my right hand into my cheek as I absorb the not-at-all-trivial force of the champion’s left hook… my entire upper body twisting to my left with the torque of that hook… both hands now up guarding my jaw on both sides, preparing to weather an onslaught of head punches…
20:56 Joanna_Louvier: And it’s almost like you knew that twist of my torso would put my obliques under considerable strain, because you follow up by targeting them with what can only be described as surgical precision… “UFfff! Ough!!” Your fists THMP-THMP into my sides, my ripped obliques showing bright red under my sweat-drenched skin, glistening in the bright arena lights as drops of sweat fly, sapping me of much needed power in the muscles where so much of my close range striking power is generated. It’s moments like these when I am thankful for all the times my trainers made me do excruciating, punishing ab resistance drills… bouncing medicine balls on my flexed abs, making me hang from a bar as they pummeled me with gloved fists, or even throwing the odd liver shot in routine sparring, just to keep me sharp. Your hooks hurt… they hurt like hell, but I’m far from done.
20:57 Joanna_Louvier: You’re in close, and at this point, you’re in too close for me to be able to outmaneuver you quickly enough to create distance effectively. While my reach advantage gives me a considerable edge in general, it becomes a hinderance up close… as my power is less concentrated for close range swings… just a moment ago, I had you at my preferred distance, and you recognized that you would have to fight me on my preferred terms… and you succeeded in changing the conditions to regain your leverage. And this is why you’re the reigning champion…
20:57 Joanna_Louvier: Now, it’s on me to show that I can do the same. I have to prove I can fight you up close, at a disadvantage, since I have no other option… I can hear my coach shouting at me, telling me to do this or that, but ultimately I know what needs to happen next… it’s just a question of… can I actually do it?
21:00 Joanna_Louvier: The answer being, of course… of course I can do it. Of course I can handle you up close. I’ve had the tools, the knowledge, and the muscle to control this fight from the very beginning. Maybe… just maybe… I have been letting you get in close. Letting you thump those fists into my body. Letting you wrap those powerful arms around my waist. Letting you put those legendary grappling skills to work on the ground, at precisely the moment when I knew I’d be able to stall out the first round clock. Because yes, there is a part of me that wants very much to be close to you. There is a part of me that wants to feel the power in those hooks, in those uppercuts, even though it hurts. Even if it risks everything. There is a part of me that deeply desires to be crushed under your weight. To be dominated, to be broken, to be brought to the brink of oblivion. It is akin to the feeling I get when standing on a rooftop… but so much more intimate. So much more… primal.
21:01 Joanna_Louvier: Call it what you will, however spurious the veracity of the concepts may be… I see the contradictions of Eros and Thanatos, creation and destruction, life and death, Yang and Yin, playing out all the time, in a state of constant tension that keeps me living on this knife’s edge. And it keeps me hungry in a way that few people can understand. And while you might have a different vocabulary for it, a different lexicon, I know you understand. You see the spectrum, just like I do. And it is beautiful. Not because people will watch, not because people care who wins, or how… just because it is beautiful.
21:02 Joanna_Louvier: I want to feel that contact again. I want to have you on top of me again. I want to feel your full weight pressing down on me… I want you… between these powerful thighs. But I want it on my terms. And I also want to take your title home with me tonight. And when the time is right, I will execute my plan and do all of those things. But for now, I want to have some fun, and show you what I can do. Up close. And personal. I think you’re going to like it.
21:06 Joanna_Louvier: Having just leveled two powerful hooks into my obliques, you are in close, and at body level… having just landed that left hook, I know your left is going to snap back to your guard, while I expect your right might be coming for me again… I make the decision and pivot on the ball of my left foot, bending my left knee a little deeper as I commit to sending a close range left hook to your right temple, aiming to follow up with a hopefully guard-splitting right uppercut, swiveling my hips square with you as my right fist looks for the underside of your jaw, swiveling counterclockwise, then back clockwise as I aim to trip you up with a left shovel hook looking for your liver, then changing levels and doubling up with a power left hook to your head, finally finishing the combination with another swiveling right uppercut to your jaw… be careful what you wish for, Greg… you might just get it. [J7/15]

00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Every once in a while, a fight turns into something more than an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Sometimes it turns into a dance. A potentially deadly, often incredibly painful dance of sadism and masochism to be sure, but a dance nonetheless. A dance between two fighters who understand the beauty of battling against each other, together. And the fight becomes less about me trying to destroy your will to fight and you trying to destroy mine, and more about trading blows, jostling for position, having... fun, just LIVING. Fighting through the pain, reminding us that we are ALIVE.
00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: There's... something happening here, and it's becoming more clear by the minute. Of all the things you could do in this moment, all the ways you could pivot that spectacular body, throw around those powerful limbs, bend and fold and block and strike. Or even turn and run away and try to avoid the pain. Of ALL the things I expect you to do when I drive in close to you, NONE of them includes standing and dancing with me and TAKING the pain. INVITING the pain.
00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Because you KNOW that's where I like to play. You KNOW you're going to get hurt. You KNOW I'm going to have fun hitting you, AND have fun taking your hits. I LIVE for the feeling of my fists thudding into your hard body. You KNOW you're at a physical disadvantage here, and yet you choose to throw with me toe to toe anyway. You know there's a STRONG possibility I'm going to break you down piece by piece, and just WRECK you, and have FUN doing it. And yet, you stand here anyway, ready to take it. FUCK that makes me hot for you. And even more, that you want to throw back, to send me some of that pain back my way, getting me even more excited to hit you even more. Do you KNOW how excited this gets me? GROWL.
00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I don't even want to knock you out right now, I'm loving this so much. I just want to drive fist after fist after fist into that powerful body of yours and just make you MOAN. And make you LOVE that you fought as hard as you could to get here, and make you LOVE that you got into the ring with me.
00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Nothing makes me happier than thudding my fists into your abdomen, and hearing you groan and wince around my punches. Except maybe when you throw something great back at me. Because I KNOW you can take what I'm dishing out. I KNOW you're loving it, because you're an ANIMAL like me. And I KNOW it's just making you even more excited to be here. I know this because you stay in close, and you throw back. I can see the FIRE in your eyes, the PASSION. Throwing everything you've got at me, and taking what I'm throwing back. Yeah, you're damn right I'm going to enjoy every second of this.
00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: The next few seconds fly by so fast and so much happens, that it's going to take the viewing public hours and hours of slow motion video in the weeks to come just to break it all down. But to you and me, time slows, and we're dancing.
00:03 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Tucking my recoiled left fist up into my guard after my fists land on your obliques, I whip a right uppercut towards your chin, and you're already there with a left hook waiting. I'm normally able to win this particular battle, but your longer limbs push your fist into my jaw just a tenth of a second before mine lands, crashing into my jaw... "MMMPH"... and disrupting my uppercut that feels like it lands only a glancing blow on you as I'm taking your hit.
00:04 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: You throw a follow up uppercut of your own, that slips along the inside of my left guard, slamming into my chin HARD and throwing it back in a flash of sweat.. "MMPMM" backing me up a half step on the right. Your left hook intended for my liver slaps crosswise along my abdomen, skating along my muscles.. "Hffff"..
00:04 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Your liver shot failing to make contact, I see that recoiled left hook coming, push off my half step backed up right foot and duck under it to lift a HUGE right uppercut into your skirtline, and because I'm in close, your second uppercut lands in between my pecs with a WHACK that rocks me back on my rear foot again with a "HOOF" of air from my clenched jaw and pursed lips. It's a beautiful exchange, really, but I took way more of those than I threw. Doesn't even matter, I'm having too much fun.
00:04 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Staying in close, my fists want more of your body. I want more of your body. I snap my left hip in clockwise to launch a quick uppercut from my bent over chest punch position to disrupt your chin, then I crouch low again and send a right shovel hook a few inches to the left of your navel, and a left hook a few inches to the right, hoping to enjoy using more of your body as my heavy bag, thinking only one, key, beautiful thought... "I could get used to this.." [G7/15]

23:05 Joanna_Louvier: My first left hook reaches you just in time to disrupt your big right uppercut, and I manage to avoid another heavy blow to the chin as the edge of your glove bumps the underside of my right mandible, with very little of the force you intended to deliver… phew, that was close… I get that thrilling rush of endorphins as the realization hits me… and as my right upper hits your chin, sending your head flying back, another, much bigger rush hits me, and a wide grin appears around my mouthguard, as I feel myself coming out on top of this exchange with the champ. I’m doing it. I’m really doing it… I’m…
23:05 Joanna_Louvier: Dancing. With you. Here, in this octagonal cage, under the blinding lights, under the hum of the camera drones and the roar of the crowd, no music to set the beat… the rhythm comes from our bodies colliding, the sounds ringing out into the space around us, in the oldest form of communication on the planet. And I couldn’t be happier to give you this dance.
23:06 Joanna_Louvier: I never cared too much for ballroom or other traditional styles… never could find a partner, and the idea of being “led” always put a bad taste in my mouth. If our heights were reversed, maybe we would be on Dancing with the Stars instead of on Pay Per View for One Night Only. But I would take this over a stiff, choreographed routine any day of the week… and I know you would too. You seem to be right at home here, toe to toe with me, the top of your head just coming up to my nose…
23:07 Joanna_Louvier: Everything I know about fighting is telling me that I’m ceding the higher ground to you here. As is my coach. So what if I am. I’m feeling strong right now, I’m in a groove, and I’ve hurt you pretty bad in the last couple exchanges… I almost feel like I could bang it out with you here until the end of the round… and if things keep going my way, maybe even knock you out…
23:08 Joanna_Louvier: Or… could it be that you’re going easy on me now that you’re where you want to be, because you’re having too much fun? I’ve been there before… strung opponents along for a round or so, just to spend a little more time in the cage, picking them apart little by little before finally taking them down with a head kick. Maybe that’s what you’re doing now. If you are, I can’t blame you.
23:10 Joanna_Louvier: Hell, maybe that’s what I’m doing. After all, I’m not going to be 27 years old, fighting here, in the cage, in the championship, with Greg the Pet Vet, for more than a few more minutes… may as well enjoy it. Yeah, as brutal and painful as all of this is… I am having fun, just like I know you are. Just like her quarry, the huntress is herself an animal. Behind the bow, beyond the fire, beyond the village… beyond things like language, law, and money… my heart beats as yours. Wild. And for the next few minutes, until one of us stops fighting… we get to be wild. We get to be alive.

23:13 Joanna_Louvier: My left shovel hook comes up short of your liver, and I bring my arm back, sending that second hook over for your head, when—WHAPPP—your power right upper digs in at my skirtline, “OUUuufff!” Almost doubling me over, if it weren’t for the fact that we are practically chest to chest as my second right upper THUDs into your sternum… Fuck, that one hurt… then your left shoulder dips, almost imperceptibly, and SWAPP! your left upper snaps my head back, my awkwardly long neck making me look like a Rock-em Sock-em Robot as I bite down hard on my mouthguard, my eyes shut tight and brow furrowed in a pained grimace as sweat and spittle arcs up off my face, my sweat-drenched bangs flying up as my head comes back into position… “Ushh! Ushh!!” Your right and left uppercuts dig into either side of my navel, and I struggle to get my breath back…
23:16 Joanna_Louvier: Acting almost on instinct, I try to wrap my forearms behind your head and shoot a hard and fast right knee into your upper abs, trying to rob you of your breath, your stamina as you did to me… wanting to remind you that this isn’t a boxing match, and I still have some of my favorite weapons here… then bringing that right leg back down as I push my forearms into your traps, trying to bring you back square with me into striking range and, most importantly, out of takedown range…
23:29 Joanna_Louvier: I then bring my right shoulder back, pivoting on the ball of my right foot, twisting on my hips counterclockwise and swinging my right shoulder, my right hand and elbow juuuust coming away from my chin and my body in a feinted right hook that snaps back to my chin almost as quickly as it appears… and then, having hopefully distracted your guard just enough, swiveling my hips back clockwise as I send a sharp left uppercut to your chin, trying to keep you at just the right distance where it won’t be so easy to take me down to the ground or wear me down with your close range uppercuts… bringing my hands back to guard after hopefully sending you the message: I’m having fun here, sure… and I know you are too… But… don’t get *too* comfortable… [J8/15]

01:56 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Bound and determined now, to break down those walls. The thick, muscular walls of your core, sheet after sheet of organic armor layered thick, wrapping around everything that makes you who you are. Layer after layer of protection, keeping you safe against anyone who tries to get deep inside you. It's taken you years of hard, hard training to layer up those thick walls around your core. Years of abuse. Years of others trying to break you down, every strike you've absorbed to that core making you just a little stronger, the armor just a little thicker. The thing about muscle is, little tears heal stronger. And years of tiny tears to your muscle have built it up strong. So strong. But... muscle isn't invincible. By its very nature, it's designed to tear, so that it can heal stronger. Which means it can tear. And be broken down. And tearing and breaking down your walls tonight, is my only goal right now.
01:56 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: A big left hook sliding along my abdomen gives me the opportunity to pull MY core into action, and a follow up left hook aimed at my head gives me the cue. Putting my core into a punch to yours, it's amazing how much momentum you can send into your fist through your hips. And I can almost FEEL your abdominal muscles ripping as I drive my world champion fist into your lower abs at the waistline of your flashy skirt. Flashy window dressing on top of thick muscular armor, that I'm breaking down little by little with my fists. And I feel your body fold into mine as I break down your core, just a little, your tight green wrapped chest folding against mine, for just a moment.
01:57 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Then you push me away. Of course you push me away, this is a fight. As much as I want this to be a dance we're dancing together with me leading, for now it's a dance of push pull. You smack your fist into my chest, I smack my fist into your chin. But it's your core I'm hungry for. And I take a bite of that delicious core... then another bite... I can almost hear you panting, chest to chest, breathless against my ear...
01:57 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Your powerful arms wrap around the back of my neck, in a potentially deadly embrace. Your Muay Thai clinch is LEGENDARY in fighting circles around the globe, a position I will freely admit is not my strongest. But ohh, it's yours. EVERYONE knows it's yours. I certainly know it's yours. For the first time in this fight, I get... just a little worried. I KNOW I'm in danger. I'm in YOUR space now. A moment ago I was blissfully pounding your walls into dust, and now...
01:57 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: In a clinch like this, strikes can come from damn near anywhere. Knees to the sides, knees to the front, elbows. It's one of the world's most powerful fighting positions, and an absolute BEAST of an Amazon woman a full five inches taller than me has just locked me in hers, and I have no idea where the next blows are coming from, but... I'm worried. And I tense up everything I've got and look to bully you away as I try to predict your next mo... "HUUUFFFFFFFF" your knee DRIVING into my abdominal muscles returning the favor of breaking down MY core, no way for me to predict where your blow will land and taking it the best I can. Fuck that was a strong blow.
01:57 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I tighten up, preparing for more. I try to push my elbows in between yours to gain control of center. I try to pull up my mental rolodex of defenses against your clinch. And while my mind is working away on all of that information, you do something that wasn't even on my RADAR. You PUSH ME AWAY. The woman with the most powerful Muay Thai clinch in the world pushes me AWAY instead of holding on, while I'm looking to defend inside. Then you feint a right hook. I'm confused. I'm trying to focus on protecting my body from your knees, and all of a sudden there's a punch aimed at me. I do my best to bring my left up to my head to absorb this unexpect.. CRAACKK your left fist comes out of NOWHERE and drives up into my chin. Utterly confused and unprepared for this combination of attacks, your muscular arm punches my head up in a flash of white light, and for just a moment, I have no idea where I am.
01:57 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Fuck, everything about that was beautiful. These beautiful seconds morphing back and forth between elegant dance, and chess match. And that was a grandmaster level chess move. I don't get caught by an unexpected punch often, but THAT I had NO idea was coming. My momentum is thrown completely off, and I battle to step back a half step and regain my stance. Nicely done, breaking my charge, Huntress. I'm genuinely impressed. I'm trying to break down your core, and you rock my head. Beautifully done. You tighten down your guard instead of throwing more, giving me that half second to bring two of you into focus, and make a choice. Do I keep charging in, and continue to try to break down that core? Or is the threat of your attacks potentially ending the fight and toppling me off the throne of the world's greatest fighting championship severe enough that I should dance away?
02:00 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: The answer is clear. I will not run from this. Or you. Championship be damned. This is personal. And I want that body broken down, those walls broken down, for me. Gritting my teeth around my mouthguard, still a little dazed, I step in to attempt a feinted right straight to your cheek, not even sure if I'm focused enough to feint anything right this second, but it's a move I've trained so many times it's locked into my muscle memory. Feint right straight, step left, left hook to liver, right hook to navel, left hook to jaw. Almost on autopilot. Falling to the level of my training as my brain looks to catch up to what you just threw at me and regain control. If not over the fight, at least over myself. [G8/15]

02:32 Joanna_Louvier: Engaging my abs to pull you in while sending that right knee up into you, I’m feeling the pain of your belt-level uppercut all over again… both as a sharp jolt and a deeper ache… fuck, you got me good there… pushing you back, I can tell you weren’t expecting me to abandon the clinch so soon, which is exactly why I did it. Then that feint, then the left uppercut. Of course you didn’t see it coming… I threw that out almost faster than I could think of it. Almost like the pressure is forcing me not to fall to the level of my training, but to reach for new heights in technical innovation. Chef’s kiss, indeed. I mentally pat myself on the back.
02:34 Joanna_Louvier: I know you want me, Greg. You want my body. You want to break down these walls. Well, I want you too. I want you… “flat on your back. Helpless. Tender. Open.” I can tell that my repeated strikes to your head are finally starting to slow you down, and I’m ready to take that all the way to the bank. You step in again, still trying to get in close, and you try to sell that feinted right straight, but you’re getting a little punch drunk now, and it shows… “Helpless. Tender. Open. With only me to help. And then I want you strong again.” You step in and come in low for that left hook to my liver, and I see it soon enough to bring my guard lower to block it with my elbow… “Ufffsh” I manage to absorb it, but it’s a heavy swing nonetheless.
02:36 Joanna_Louvier: And before I know it, I’m bringing my gloves behind your head again, trying to pull you in for another clinch and knee combination, but this time, I intend to fully take control. Lifting my left knee into the middle of your ribs again, trying to neutralize your hooks by keeping you as low and as close to me as possible, keeping my arms in between your hooks and my body and head, and if I can maintain control, I’ll throw a right knee to your abs, use my arms to pull you to my right in order to open up your right side, and swing my big, lanky left leg out to the side, just to bring it in and send a powerful roundhouse knee to your right side ribs… “You’re not going to die. You might wish you were going to die, but you’re not going to. You need to settle down a little.” [J9/15]

12:20 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: The fight critics will say... someone from outside the fight is always criticizing, aren't they? Real easy to call the action from the safety of your little vantage point, outside the octagon. The critics will say that in this moment, I should have done something different. That instead of throwing a combination of punches, I should have gone for a takedown. Or a clinch. That instead of continuing my bull headed mission to work your core, I should have done something different. But they're not in the cage with you. They don't have your body in front of them, sweating, panting, your muscles working like a well oiled machine trying to control me. The potential energy of your strength and determination and sheer force of will facing them.
12:20 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: They don't see those welts forming on your abs up close like I do. They don't smell you, taste you on their lips like I do. They don't FEEL you, like I do. And in this moment, this intoxicating moment when all I want to do is just become PART of you, tear you down and get inside you, nothing makes more sense to me, from my perspective, than what I'm doing now. They're not in here with you, and thank the universe for that. This is our time. You and me. They don't even exist.
12:21 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: They don't feel what it's like to drive my fist into your body. They can't understand the intoxicating sensation of forcing grunts and groans out of your soft lips. In this moment, I can understand now how 39 men and women became so enamored with trying to break you down and make you theirs, that their single minded focus on owning you could leave them at your mercy. I understand now. It's not just that you are an overwhelmingly powerful woman. It's that, the way you take hits, and throw back, is intoxicatingly... feminine. And it's in those single minded attempts at trying to own your powerfully intoxicating femininity, that you take over the momentum of your fights, and prevent yourself from being owned, leaving another hopeful owner in a dazed and broken pile.
12:21 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Bound and determined to break down those walls, I understand it all now. I understand how you win, and why you win. I'm busy focusing on owning you, and you're busy focusing on winning a fight. It's a battle I've fought with women my whole life. And the thing of it is? I'm not going to stop now. Even at almost 45 years old, the lure of showing an incredible woman everything I've got and making you mine is simply too powerful to ignore. It's a story as old as time, and I am not immune. I may be the world champion, but I'm still merely a man, trying to make you mine.
12:21 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: In this moment, there's nothing in the world I want more than you. Critics be damned, they're not in here with you. They can't understand.
12:21 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My head still reeling from that uppercut, in my punch drunk condition, my right straight wouldn't fool anybody. You've got me dazed for you, and you can see my intent. You KNOW I want to break down your core, and make you mine. You know it well enough that you already have your right elbow down at your side to prevent it. To prevent me from breaking you down more. Your little grunt as my fist lands on your elbow and your thick, bulging bicep just makes me want you even more. Every time I touch you it makes me want you even more.
12:21 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My right hook doesn't even launch, and my follow up to your head fades into a long lost plan quickly forgotten as you wrap those long, slender gloved fingers around the back of my head once more, in your deadly embrace. Your clinch, strike, release was all a masterful play, intended to confuse me, to interrupt my momentum, to slow my aggressive approach, to prevent my control over you. Entice, catch, strike, push away, entice, catch, strike. The story of my romantic life, in a nutshell. Breaking me down while I'm trying to break you down, and then pushing me away before I can accomplish my intended task, and leaving me once again alone.
12:21 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Except... this time, you don't push away. Even in your tight embrace, I can feel your overwhelming feminine energy, looking to keep me in close, and pull me IN to you, not push me away. Intoxicating. Dizzying. Your powerful arms pulling my head into your chest, pitting my right hook against your left thigh. And my punch doesn't stand a chance. Your thick, muscular leg DRIVING the air out of my lungs with a knee to my ribs, spittle from my lips splattering on your chest as I "HHUUFFFF"... the critics couldn't possibly understand. You're not trying to drive me away, you're keeping me in close... breaking ME down... could it be, that you want me too?
12:22 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My hands are down. I'm trying to break down your core with my hands, my thick, powerful, masculine arms. Your hands are up, you're controlling my head. Trying to break my core down with your legs, your thick, powerful, feminine legs. In this exchange, the woman with the most powerful Muay Thai clinch in the world, wins every time. I try to bring my arms in tight to my chest, and your right knee beats me to it.. "UUULLLFFFFF" that Instagram viewcount record shattering right thigh powering your knee through my thickly muscled core, nearly lifting me off the canvas.
12:22 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: I get my guard in tight, finally, ready to block more attacks to my center, and you use that powerful control over my head to drag me to your right, disrupting any hope of counter from me, masterfully controlling my momentum and shaking me around like a cat with a mouse, and swing that big leg out to the side, parting your thighs to me for just a moment, only to SLAM your knee into my ribs from the outside.... "HNNNNGHHHH" wincing me and folding me to the right around the pain.
12:22 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My ribs are on fire. My abs are on fire. I'M on fire. WE are on fire. This is not the end, this is the beginning. It's a battle for sure, but it's not a battle to push each other away, it's a battle to keep each other close. My hot breath on your heaving chest, my lips tasting the salty warmth of your sweat. My guard in tight to my centerline, ready to push you away. And yet I don't. Your towering height is in my favor, and the option exists to force my head down in between your breasts and leverage myself away from you. The critics will say that's exactly what I should have done.
12:22 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: But I don't push you away. The critics also aren't in this octagon with you, right now, feeling your body close to mine. They can't possibly understand how much I want you. Not even to own you, as amazing as that would be, just... to feel you. In this moment, at the peak of your athletic career, doing what you love. Just, to feel you. And I wonder. Can one man even own such a magnificent creature?
12:22 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: Your left leg is outside, my right arm is inside. My most powerful striking tool, my big, strong right arm, is inside. I tighten my core and keep my left guard ready to defend my ribs on the left side of my body, and push my hips away just slightly enough to lower that big right arm with my elbow to my ribs, and press off the floor with my thick right leg to drive an uppercut into your skirtline again, looking to reach deep inside your body, and touch your womanhood. To let you know I'm here. And I want you, deep inside. The critics will say I'm a foolish old man for trying to connect so deep with such a powerful and beautiful woman. But they're not in the octagon with you, and I am. And this is my chance to connect with you.
12:23 Greg_the_Pet_Vet: My left cheek against your chest as I try to keep my head twisted in to face you and breathe my hot breath down your cleavage. Hurting. Panting. The steel cables of your forearms locked around my head. Getting dizzy. Winded. Need to break down that core, and make you mine. Squaring up the best I can, pushing down into the canvas, driving into you with my stout, powerful body, hoping to push you back and keep you from tossing me around like a ragdoll. Driving a second uppercut into your navel. You will be mine, or I will be yours, I don't know. But my mind is made up. One way or the other, I want you. We WILL connect. [G9/15]

20:23 Joanna_Louvier: As I pull you into the clinch and start hammering you with my knees, I can feel a shift in your energy. There are several things you could do from this position that would put the advantage decisively back in your favor—things I knew full well were a risk before I decided to go for the clinch… I have no business being in this close with you, that’s for sure. At least, not with the World Ultimate Combat League heavyweight champion… but in this moment, you are Greg. Just Greg, the red-blooded, heterosexual man. You’re not fighting my clinch. You’re not jockeying for position or trying to wrap up my legs for a takedown. You’re not fighting me right now, not the way I am fighting you, at least.
20:26 Joanna_Louvier: In my undefeated streak of 39 fights, there have been a handful of times when I felt this shift in energy. It has happened with both male and female opponents, but far more often with the men. They start thinking with the other head, and pretty soon everything having to do with their fight plan goes out the window. Well, I suppose that’s a bit of an oversimplification. They become less interested in defeating me, and instead become fixated on conquering me… taming me… owning me.
20:27 Joanna_Louvier: And yes, those are different things. To simply defeat your opponent is a technical, clinical matter. It can come down to points, over the course of a long, hard fought, often boring and unsexy slog of a fight. It can be brutal, punishing, and full of animosity, or sportsmanlike and professional. You can even become friends afterwards, on a rare occasion.
20:28 Joanna_Louvier: But the urge to not just merely defeat, but to conquer, own, tame your opponent is something so much more… personal. It is primal, sensual, intimate, and often highly sexual. It means so much more than another mundane number in the W column on your fight record. There are lasting consequences. Psychological, biochemical, even romantic.
20:32 Joanna_Louvier: And that is your fatal error in this fight. Trying to tame a woman like me is like trying to tame the wind. It is a fool’s errand, it will be your downfall, and you KNOW it, and somehow, that STILL isn’t stopping you. Typical, really. I can’t say I blame you, of course… this is how you are wired, and I’d never ask you to be anything other than exactly who you are. I have known for a long time that it is my lot in life to be the one who is desired. Don’t get me wrong, I love to be pursued. I’m just saying, our perspectives are different. You are a man, I am a woman. It’s a story as old as time, and I am not immune.
20:37 Joanna_Louvier: Is there anything more offensive to the patriarchal social order than a woman who refuses to submit—to a man, or a church, or society in general? Who serves her own ends, who transforms her body into an impenetrable fortress of sheer feminine will? La femme fatale, “la belle dame sans merci.” Merciless, and fearless. That’s me, right now, singing you to your doom. Deep down, in your subconscious, you know exactly why you must have me… it’s precisely because you can’t… not in the totalizing way that you seem to require. Not forever. Not fully. But I’ll dance with you, here and now, until one of us drops. That, you can count on.
20:39 Joanna_Louvier: At this point in my career, I know just how many people, of every stripe, want me. My defining characteristic, the thing that makes me so fucking irresistible to men and women like you, I know it well now… it’s just how absolutely fucking free I am. And to be free means releasing myself from the burdens that come from owning things. From being tied down, literally, to the earth, by the weight of possessions, of property, of people. And releasing myself from these burdens, in an effort to free myself, in an existential sense, is itself a form of surrender.
20:42 Joanna_Louvier: When I step into the woods, I surrender to nature, and in that surrender, I embrace my own feminine power. I stop being someone who owns things, who is bound to things—to possessions, to people, to places, to plans. I just exist. Wild. In that wilderness, I give no quarter to those who threaten my freedom, my life, and I expect none in return. And that surrender to the chaos of bare existence is what gives me clarity and force of will that I need to win every fight. And it is why I always fight like it could be my last. Because I will never, never be anyone’s property. Not while my heart still beats.
20:45 Joanna_Louvier: So why, then, if I was so focused on defeating you, destroying you, neutralizing the threat… why the fuck did I just pull you into me? I can hear my coach screaming at me as I launch my knees, again and again, into your abs, chest, and ribs. Why did I let you get in close—not just that, but actively pull you in, enveloping you in a hot, tight, sweat-slick vice-grip where I can use my muscular core to send wave after wave of pain through your body, rhythmically pulsing with you as I alternate my weight off one foot, then the other, then back. What the…
20:46 Joanna_Louvier: I feel an unexpected shiver as the thought crosses my mind… I can’t help but take in your scent, the touch of your skin, the feeling of your rippling muscles as you keep trying to thrust yourself into me… Your hot, wet breath against my top, warming and stimulating my breasts…inconvenient timing, to say the least. My body again betraying my conscious pursuit of my goal of winning this fight. I’m now battling for control on two fronts—fighting you and trying to stave off an active state of full arousal. Something I’ve managed to avoid in professional fights, up to this point. Distance has helped to keep it at bay. But I’ve always known it was there, lurking, waiting for the right moment to strike.
20:48 Joanna_Louvier: My body is getting tired, not to mention, throbbing in pain all over, and despite my best efforts, my defenses are starting to show some cracks. And that does something to me. Dammit. And then, just as I’m starting to wonder why the fuck you aren’t trying to push your way out of the clinch… BOOOOM…. “UUuuurrhhh!!!” I let out a guttural moan that’s almost loud enough to be a scream as your right fist sinks into me, stretching and tearing my lower abs, right below my belly button… fuck… No need to beat around the bush… I know what you’re trying to say, but your aim was a little high for your intended target. Still, in this moment, the thought of letting you in, really letting my walls come down, is almost totally overpowering. But this isn’t the time for that… maybe later. Finish what you started, huntress.
20:50 Joanna_Louvier: I can feel your muscles twitch, about to throw another devastating uppercut to my core, one that I know I won’t be able to take. This time, I step back on my right and use my arms to shift you over to my left, and twisting my hips clockwise to hopefully reduce the power in your next strike… then I whip you back around to my right side, swinging my right knee into your left obliques, trying to break down your core, which is also the source of much of your punching power, before you can break down mine. You have the tougher core, I’d wager, but in this particular matchup, I have the bigger weapons. Again, I launch my right knee straight upward this time, looking to thump deep into your upper abs. And then, again. You need. To settle. Down. [J10/15]

PLEASE NOTE - DUE TO WORD COUNT LIMITATIONS OF THE SITE, WE HAD TO SPLIT ROUND 2 INTO TWO PARTS - PLEASE CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE TO THE EXCITING CONCLUSION OF ROUND 2!

Published: 2022-05-10, viewed 52 times.

Comments

joymitra77

2022-05-18 08:39

Greg and Joanna

You two have created an epic of cyberfights! It is actually beautiful amazing fiction, it is a movie material!
It will be nearly impossible to match (not ever better) the intensity, the emotion, the sheer atmosphere both of you developed here.
you are both artists at the peak of your craft! Amazing!

Greg the Pet Vet

2022-05-18 18:51

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Wow, holy crap, thanks man! What a great compliment. I will freely admit, I had no intention of going this deep initially, but Joanna is such a beautifully descriptive and passionate writer and partner that I was inspired by her more and more as the story (and the fight) developed.

Artey

2022-05-10 21:15

The joy you two are having is so radiating im enjoying too...it's like I'm living the fight with you. I like how you two are so passionate about your fight style....

And yea, im greedily waiting for part three.

Greg the Pet Vet

2022-05-10 21:40

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You are too kind brother, thank you.

This epic saga has been a joy to write for sure, and Joanna is amazing.

But... Round 2 isn't over! CLICK HERE to continue to the end of the second round!

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