Seduction of the Strike

22:08 Krissy_Harmonia: I have created the public room #Pilot_vs_Krissy.

22:09 Xppilot1: Stretching, waiting to finally face off with Krissy

22:11 Rebecca2001: ( 🖐 have fun both of you :) )

22:12 Xppilot1: Thanks!

22:14 Xppilot1: My feet sink in the sand and I watch the waves rolling as I wait for her to arrive.

22:16 Xppilot1: Wearing my favorite pair of black shorts. It’s a little cold today, light wind and cloudy. It may rain on us.

22:19 Krissy_Harmonia:

22:19 Krissy_Harmonia: Krissy

22:19 Krissy_Harmonia: I enter the private beach area and start preparing myself for the upcoming epic match... I stretch myself well and start jumping lightly on the balls of my legs... I start warming myself up and running in circles around the place... hearing the waves and looking at my opponent still far away from me... I run towards him to finally see his face... I look at the waves... the wind is making my hair full of sand molecules and salt water... I grip on my fists and widen my legs... not waiting for introductions.... we will have much dialogues to discuss by the end and during the match... I scan you and your moves... ready to strike

22:20 Krissy_Harmonia:

22:21 Rebecca2001: (since i am the only watching person...... go Krissy......go Xppilot1 )

22:23 Aliaa_bhatt: “Vamoooos xppilot! Beat this Spanish slut!” *throws popcorn at Krissy*

22:26 Xppilot1: I see you coming down the beach as it starts to rain. I take a Quick Look around, smiling at Rebecca who seems to be the only witness of our contest to be at this time. I flex my arms and legs, shaking my limbs out as you approach. The falling rain pools on my skin, sand sticks to my legs as I move. As you approach I try not to stare, but take you in as you approach. I have a distinct size advantage, but you are younger, skilled and probably fast. Can’t let you wear me down. I keep my guard loose and move on the balls of my feet. I start to slowly circle to your left. “Thought you might not come. You don’t disappoint. I hope you are ready.” I dip forward, tossing a quick left hook at your midsection to test your reflexes.

22:26 Xppilot1: I smile at Aliaa. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

22:27 Rebecca2001: (hey, dont throw that popcorn, let me eat it)

22:32 Fitgirl007: I'll share it with you Rebecca!!

22:35 Krissy_Harmonia: I lower my eye lids at the middle taking deep breath as the salty air enters my nose... fighting someone the age of my sensei is tricky... striking is always the first solution and encounter... if I am in defense I am automatically in a disadvantage... I jump lightly answering to your moves as you place on my left side "you will see how much I am ready for this... I will show you what being raised in the dōjō is like" I loosen my arms and roll my shoulders... you quickly go for a hook to my midsection... it was surprising to me so I managed to absorb a part of the shock but some of it landed in a clean way on my belly making me bounce back and grit on my teeth in pain, when I fall back in purpose for a backwards roll on the sand to spread the pain around my body... finishing on my knees... I stand up again and go towards you walking... I do a ghost jump towards you... and face you closer

22:42 Xppilot1: The waves roll in and out as we move in the wet sand. Mist coming off the waves mixes with the rain. It’s cold, but I’m hoping to keep moving and work up a sweat. A small warning goes off in my head as you taunt me, reminding me of your martial arts background. I’ve spent time in dojos myself, but I’m more of a brawler. I need to focus, not let you distract me. You are quick. My punch doesn’t land as solid as I like. I start to follow you as you roll and come up on your knees. Not being cautious I start to advance, hoping to take advantage. You surprise me, quickly back on your feet and you jump toward me. Closing on me quickly. Your jump forces me to take a step back. Off guard, I try a quick half step forward and a straight jab with my right at the center of your chest. “This isn’t a dojo, but show me. I’m ready for you.”

22:44 Xppilot1: I see Fitgirl has joined us. “Watch this Jess.”

22:46 Fitgirl007: I'm watching

22:49 Krissy_Harmonia: getting distance closed with you thanks to my shadow move... I see you backing to charge your jab as my andrenaline reaches its max making it hard to dodge it... instead I charge back both of my palms and go with them straight towards your fist hoping to hit on it... once collided I groan from the power you are carrying with you... but my goal is managing to grip on your wrist as I am trying to secure this by the rule of two on one... if by any chance I am successful... I would pull you in a Russian tie by your arm and quickly attempt to kick your solar plexus by my heel... before letting go of you immediately and backing off

22:57 Xppilot1: Our feet shuffle in the sand, heavy breaths and grunts sound and are carried off by the light wind and rain. You move smoothly, seemingly not afraid to stay in close with me. I try to watch you, hoping to anticipate and adjust my strategy. You blunt my jab with your palms and grab my wrists, your fingers warm as they dig into my flesh. I start to pull away as you pull toward you, getting ready to counter with my left when I notice your body shift. Your heel digs into my core, bending me forward and eliciting a loud grunt. “Damn you are fast!” I gasp. Trying to be quick, my feet spread and I bring down my left arm, pointing my elbow at your lifted thigh. I hope to get good contact before you pull your leg back.

23:02 Krissy_Harmonia: I manage to have some of the heel on your midsection but you also have your way on my thigh by a deadly elbow kick that makes me fall backwards... I go with the technique again doing a backwards roll on the sand, I take a quantity of it on my hand and start rubbing the particles on my thigh... it becomes red... I do this looking at you knowing that you wont have any mercy at me and attack me in the moments when I am weak and vulnerable... I am on my knees and I won't stand because I am not planning to do so... imma trying to show you how unorthodoxically far I can go... I crawl two steps ahead... then do a forward roll to build a momentum... only to raise my non-invaded leg trying to slam the heel bone on your hip next to your crotch... before continuing to roll... while doing this I would hold my damaged thigh by my arms for better pivot

23:10 Xppilot1: Breathing deep my chest expands as I take in the wet salty air. The contact with your thigh felt more solid than my last strike. I shake my head yes. Stay close to her I think, keep her off balance. You are a blur of motion. You take my attack and back away, rolling in the sand again. This is a little frustrating as it forces me to move to follow you. I wonder if I shouldn’t just wait and let you come to me, but I want to pressure you. I see you crawl and prep for a quick kick, but you roll toward me. Looking down I see your leg come up and your heel slams my hip. “Would you hold still!” I grunt with the pain of the impact of your heel on my hip. Bending at the waist, I grab for your ankle at the end of your extended leg and twist, trying to step over your leg and trap it between mine.

23:12 Krissy_Harmonia: (back)

23:16 Krissy_Harmonia: I manage to land the heel kick on your hip side but the counterpart was getting it trapped while you use the leverage to stomp on my ankle full of sand when I scream out loud bending my back up out of reflex "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" I go with my arms both of them to grip on your inner shin stomping on me... you are basically having one leg very well planted... but I would try to pull this leg if you by landing myself back explosively... seeing if I can make you lose balance and fall or free my leg you are stomping on

23:20 Xppilot1: I smile as you cry out, struggling to keep my grip on your leg. You fight me on the ground, grabbing my shin and pulling. Stumbling I release your leg and let myself fall. As I fall I point my right elbow, hoping for an elbow strike as I drop with you in the wet sand. “Having fun Krissy?” I taunt. Hoping I can keep you defensive.

23:27 Krissy_Harmonia: My plan is leading to make you fall but with the cost of invading my shoulder in the upperbody (?? I think) and I cry again in pain from your bone hitting my cage and putting and unbearable pain for me... I wrap my arm around it to compact myself and regroup quicker... taunting me made me go offensive as you okayed on my psychology to push me to be less waiting for your next plans... I anchor my knee and try to slam it on your waist... before rolling back again... this time I widen my unwrapping palm and take some wet sand... I throw it in the air holding my shoulder and leg twitching when I scream "I DON'T DIE" I advance in a ghost jump again... ready for you

23:36 Xppilot1: I end up in a heap as I come down in the sand, but my arm shakes from my elbow impacting your body. I get a satisfying cry of pain from you, so I know my attack scored. You recoil from the hit and protect yourself, but you remind me you are a fighter. Your knee slams into my waist as you counter, I stifle my own cry of pain. We both roll and I push up to my feet, recoiling as I see the sand you throw. You are a blur of motion as you scream and jump at me once again. We square off facing one another, skin wet and covered with sand. I feint with a jab at your face, dipping my upper body I throw hooks at both sides of your rib cage, low, right then left. I need to get an advantage, a prolonged contest plays to your youth and stamina.

23:40 Rebecca2001: (wow very descriptive from both side, i can see when i read the lines in front of my eyes every move you 2 do, very impressive <3 )

23:41 Xppilot1: (Thanks. Trying to keep up with her standard.)

23:42 Krissy_Harmonia: (thanks Rebecca... and Mike how about a pause after two posts?)

23:42 Xppilot1: (Sure, if you haven’t tapped. ;-))

23:43 Krissy_Harmonia: (I hope not hehe)

23:50 Krissy_Harmonia: advancing towards you as we square against each others... shoulder wrapped I am counting highly on sweeps by bringing enough momentum to the hips... I immediately drop low and spin myself down to charge my hips with a rotation... I anchor one leg and outstretch the other doing a full rotation... trying to see if my outstretched leg would bring you down again or at least overwhelm your shin if you are planted like a stone which I am expecting... I think that would also make me avoid your hooks if you don't redirect them down... so I am taking the risk of dropping low once you hook me to attack my upperbody... seeing if you will break a bone or make a whoop on the air sound

23:50 Krissy_Harmonia:

00:00 Xppilot1: I need to come up with a counter for your constant movement and speed. I think I have size and strength on my side, but I have to be able to get solid contact with a punch or kick and your movement counters this or at least lets you reduce the impact. I try to be quick with my punches, but I seem to be shadow boxing as I whiff, you are not there to take the hits as you drop and set up your anchor. “Damn!” I think I hear a thud as you sweep with your non anchor leg. You catch me as I am moving and my legs fail to support me, dropping me into the sand. I yell in frustration, and roll toward you, my right leg on top I try a sweep of my own as I extend my leg, the top of my foot aimed at the side of your skull. I end up face it down, my hands planted in the sand.

00:00 Xppilot1: (Paused)

15:31 Krissy_Harmonia: you manage to keep your stability even if I tried a sweep with my outstretched leg... you aim for my skull while you are in the air... the thing that I couldn't expect or predict... it was new and unorthodoxic showing your experience over the years... I fall on my back head on the sand as I freeze for a second then hold it with my hand grunting and groaning... my legs try to raise so that I can roll myself back to look for safety... having my mind racing and a blur vision for some seconds... I get on my knees and get off my hand of my head... eye red with some tears... I cry and scream in rage "come on... DESTROY ME!"

15:42 Xppilot1: Damn, this woman is good and tough. She has taken everything I have dished out and keeps coming back for more. I was surprised by her sweep and managed to get in a counter, I think it hurt her, but did not take her out as I had hoped. Sand clings to my skin, wet from rain and sweat, my chest rises fully as I suck in air. I push up to my feet, on the move to close with you on your knees in the sand. I feel the need to win this fight, my instincts say take you out before you wear me down and take me out. “Careful what you ask for!” Watching you as I close, I keep my hands up, moving my guard in hopes to distract you. I know you will anticipate and be fast to counter or escape. At the last minute I close on you, reaching for your hair with my hands, I drive my right knee at your beautiful face, even with the red eyes and tears. “Ahhhh!” I yell and breathe out as I strike.

15:57 Krissy_Harmonia: I show some of my resistance and my ego refuses to be tamed in a short while... my eye hurts and burns a lot when I really can see you with one eye... you push on your feet so I quickly do the same scared but trying to stay determined... you get closed to me in composed steps... the rain is starting to become intense when I can feel myself taking a shower already... you distract me enough to grip on my hair and pull me up... as you bend me down I feel something is coming from one of your knees in a mma style... I am scared and my adrenaline is at its max... with my two hands I open up for your knee... helping you to bend me down more but trying to use your movement against you... I open the bone of my right palm and bend my elbow... trying to fire it to your rotule as you are going up with it... in all cases I got my hand burning as hell... having you on my hair makes me wondering if you didn't expect that I am waiting for your knee... but you could be right and

16:12 Xppilot1: Pulling us together, I think I am In control, hoping my knee will hit its target. My mind works as we struggle, I know you will anticipate and counter. I need to think ahead. How do I get to you. Your martial arts skills are showing, holding off my brawling style. I manage to grip your hair, but I sense and feel you moving in my grip. My knee comes up and I think I’m on target. Instead of the satisfying impact with your face I had hoped for, you drive your elbow into my kneecap. My leg shakes with the impact and I yell in surprise. I’m not sure of the damage, so I have to make a fast decision, in case I can’t stand when my leg comes down. As you are bent forward I twist my torso, releasing your hair I try to hook your shoulder and then pull you as I let myself fall to the sand.

16:29 Krissy_Harmonia: you release my hair and hook my shoulder instead to pull me with you as I am falling with your movement going down to the sand as I scream for you... I widen my legs to avoid getting locked and having a minimum of stability and leverage... while you are controlling my upperbody so good... I look at you with one eye sweaty and wet... also with the sand on every part of your body... well... I can say that I am a mirror that reflects what I am seeing on you... hands can't do much for now... so what I try to do will be planting my legs on the sand up your hips... seeing if I can have a static edge over you as you fall

23:26 Xppilot1: My plan works in that I take us both down onto the sand. The smell of the salty wet sand fills my senses and lungs. I succeeded in bringing you down with me, but I did not intend for me to end up with you on top. I know I need to move fast as you straddle my hips, your cutoff shorts rubbing on me. I take a quick Look at the surf, it’s never ending crash onto the beach. The misty rain mixes with the spray of the surf. I can’t at the moment see anyone watching us and wonder where the audience moved to. I plant my left palm in the sand. With a loud grunt, seemingly carried away by the slight breeze and rain, push up, my hips pressing between your legs. I throw my right elbow back, starting low to get a shot at the top of your thigh and move my sim up your body, jabbing my elbow back repeatedly. My intent is to unseat you and possibly get behind you.

23:39 MacarenaGomez: I come and watch the fight "CHEER UP KRISSY"

23:46 Xppilot1: Hey, she doesn’t need help.

23:47 Krissy_Harmonia: falling on top of you as we crash down to the wet sand... I start rubbing against your hip by my shorts... the rain adding another layer of scents and passion over the fight... I don't really think that someone is here around too but I'm pretty sure that whoever saw us from a far distance will keep watching for sure... you started pressing and shrimping with your hips over my thighs as I am getting unbalanced by each bridge... only that you started to push up with your palm onto the sand making your chest go up to eventually get closer to me as I am in a firm sit on you... you started surprisingly a mass of elbows to my thighs... at the first one my hands went to massage the spot out of reflex but you are continuing to do it repeatedly... which makes me forced to get off you as I quickly stand up... backing off n waiting for you to get up or attack from the sand

23:56 Xppilot1: Focus! I admonish myself. I immediately notice as I finally manage to get you off me, the relief from your weight on my hips, but also the body contact. I didn’t realize how distracting it was until it stopped. You don’t disappoint. Once again your lithe body gives you the speed to get away from me, making me come after you. I roll to one knee and quickly push up to my feet. I don’t want to give you an opening to come after me on the ground. On my feet, I want to take time to recover, but my mind tells me to pressure you, keep you defensive. I keep my guard loose, my hands just above chest high. I step forward fast, trying to stay on the balls of my feet in the now heavier wet sand. The beach is one of my favorite venues and today is a perfect day to fight in the sand. You are now between the surf and me. I come in straight at you, taking a risk. I throw a quick straight left at the center of your chest, but that’s not my primary goal. My right leg comes up and I try a heel kick at your left knee. I need to slow you down and get control.

00:04 Krissy_Harmonia: impressive! I'm really scared now... after all this we can settle on our feet... and start over again... we are exhausted and half drained... I still pretend to be cocky and confident... you regroup as I am doing and try a hook to my face when with my two hands I try and grapple on it in a Russian tie... only that it was a trap for me to get my knee fired by a heel low kick straight in the side of my rotule causing me to get unbalanced and fall on the wet sand... it hurts... a lot... I took the most deadly strikes and I am in a big disadvantage... beach is one of my favourite places n now I'm seeing myself going down on it... on all fours drained... I look at you and get back slowly... I hear... the waves... with the rain... I hold my knee with my leg and start crawling with one leg barely moving into the water... "you said it's no rule match... bring it" I look at you with one eye... the other damaged completely... some pain in my left shoulder and knee... but I am trying to bring you in a place where dynamic strikes can easily vanish in the viscosity of salty water... or maybe try my advantage... once I get there I notice blood is spreading around... I hope that sharks arent close here... but I'm getting some hope with me... after being in the defensive side for a long while

00:16 Xppilot1: As I suspected you might, you grab for my jab, your fingers dig into my skin as you go for your Russian tie. “Nice try Krissy.” You could get control with that move, but it distracts you from my follow-up. My right foot is in motion as you try to control my left arm. A quick jolt in my leg makes me smile as I feel the contact between my heel and your kneecap. I need to make a decision, stay in close or move to try to get better position. Once again I don’t want to give you space to recover, but I am getting tired, my stamina isn’t what it used to be. It doesn’t help you are less than half my age. I decide to follow you as you crawl toward the surf. “Yes, it is a no rule fight. You should be careful.” A quick image of us struggling in the surf flashes through my mind. No rules? Is she wanting to drag me into the water? I’m not quick enough to take advantage as you crawl toward the water. I do notice you are favoring one side and your eye on the opposite side seems to be swelling. I side step toward what I suspect is your blind side. Bending forward I swing a hook at the side of your head, and with a twist of my torso I drive my alternate knee forward, hoping to catch you before you can get to your feet. The surf licks at you, seeming to try to draw you into the water.

00:25 Krissy_Harmonia: you accept my offer and follow me to the water... well.. is it a bad decision? Imma figure it out by myself... but like this how I've read things in mg mind... you're way older than me n experienced... dynamic strikes get me gassed out quickly... but now the surprising part is that I'm not aiming to get up to fight you... I want to stay down on mg back and look at you eye opened and the other swelling... I see you bending forwards towards me and trying a hook again to me... a part of me says I'm done... the other says it's my opening for a possible throw... I slightly bend myself backwards... trying to grip your hooked wrist... if successful I would spin myself to the direction of your hand upon my shoulder placed... trying a sort of a shoulder throw... I will assume you had your attacks in mind programmed so you could easily kick me again ... it hits my backside if I am spinning correctly... which makes me lose control at the middle and rely just on the created momentum to take you down... assuming that I had in my mind the plan of pinning you by my shoulder if I managed to throw you correctly... which couldn't happen because of your kick

00:35 Xppilot1: Things seem to slow and blur. The surf keeps breaking against the beach, water slashes toward us. My arm swings and you are in motion. Trying to take advantage of your blind side did not go as I had hoped. While I do some damage with my attacks, your counters are well thought out and seek to use leverage and my momentum. I quickly see my mistakes as you move to counter. You spin and I see the setup for a throw, albeit slowly. I shift my upper body and let myself be taken down but I hope to change your intended trajectory for me as I fall. I come down behind you with a large splash. I roll toward your back as the surf continues it breaks, but the foamy water surrounds us. I am a bit desperate and don’t want to let you use your grappling skills, though under other circumstances the body contact would be enjoyable. I reach for your long hair with my right, pulling toward me to lift your chin while I slip my left arm around your slender throat. Pulling you back I let go of your hair and move my right arm behind your neck, hoping to set the intended choke. I feel a little guilty pulling your hair, but. “Remember Krissy, no rules.”

00:45 Krissy_Harmonia: you go with another manner quickly to settle on my back... pulling my long hair and my chin us untucked and exposed as I can feel my breathes getting heavier... your left arm going for my throat to start choking me... I groan in frustration as the surfs start to hit me one by one penetrating my nose and mouth... hearing your cruel voice makes me lose hope for a second... with both of my arm I have the opening to grapple on your left wrist and elbow... in a form of Russian tie... but this time not only to get it off my throat... I will pull from the elbow and push from the wrist to create a TORQUE on your left arm aiming for a break as I scream as hard as I can... hair pulled makes the pain but also the eventual satisfaction if I am pushing my limits using the grappling against your arm "YES.... NO RULES! AAAAAAHHUNNNNNNNNNNNN" I scream as hard as I can feeling my cords about to break... but if I manage to hold your arm in a deadly position I'd be good for now

00:54 Xppilot1: I have to keep my head up as water crashes around us. I can taste the salt in the water as we struggle. The pulse in your neck beats against my arm. Not exactly counting, but I can feel the beats, fast and steady. Your pulse elevated from the fight and your heart straining to move blood through your body. My left bicep bulges up as your fingers dig into my flesh, twisting. I keep my arm tight against your throat, grunting from the pain of your trying to twist it. My right arm comes back and I smack a quick palm strike against the back of your skull. I then fight through your attempts to break my arm. My own fingers grip my biceps on each side or your throat and I squeeze as I push forward, pushing your throat into the crook of my elbow. I grunt, squeezing to close the arteries in your neck and deny your brain the blood it needs. “Tap. I got you now.”

00:58 Krissy_Harmonia: you keep determined to smash your palm against my skull to make me fall down on the water screaming and groaning in pain... panting heavily as I am getting choked and sinking down...I cannot breath and it's making me going unconscious very quickly but I feel like a snake is around my neck squeezing me and making my heartbeats like a drum triggering a high tempo on my body that starts to jerk like if I am about to die... brain cut and bubbles of air are going up when I raise my hand and start tapping on the water totally exhausted unable to move or react

01:06 Xppilot1: I. am exhausted, but I stay determined. You do your best to escape. I’m not surprised at what I’m sure was your intent to break my arm. I don’t want to admit to you how close you came to getting the better of me. I’m enjoying the feeling of control I have as I fight to keep the choke in place and not drown both of us in the surf. Your body jerks in my grasp. “You can’t hold out.” Yes! Finally. You tap and the water splashes. I keep the hold longer than I should as you submit. Finally I release you, letting you drop in the surf. Struggling to my knees, I slip my arms behind your shoulders and under your knees. Working up to my feet I carry you up the beach out of the surf. When we are away from the breakers I kneel and lower you into the sand. Offering my hand, “You fought well. Better luck next time.” I smile down at you.

01:07 Krissy_Harmonia: (possible picture would be a plus)

01:07 Xppilot1: (I’ll have to look for one. I should be better with them at hand.)

01:12 Krissy_Harmonia: you stand up and carry me on your shoulder folded in a half... defeated and totally overwhelmed... I let out small moans as you are walking me out of the surf when the only thing I hear is the sound of the surfes up mg ears and actually that makes me take a nap... you proved your edge over my quick strikes and age advantage... showing me how you could handle my grappling skills and all my played cards... you make me land on the sand to get up n open my eye... I grip on your palm to get pulled by you... struggling to get up n having most of my articulations hurting me... I will need weeks to recover physically... but only seconds to recover mentally... I don't mine learning lessons from way more experienced fighters who spent their lives on being under hard conditions and facing monsters... smiling at you as I bow in a rei hajima before taking my way and disappearing slowly in the forest near the beach

01:16 Xppilot1: On my knees in the sand, my body sore and bruised I return your bow. I watch you as you walk away. “We will fight again.” I yell and you continue down the beach, disappearing into the woods. I struggle back to my feet, making sure I can stand looking at the huge bruise on my right knee and wrist. Rebecca is the only one that seems to have staid for all the action. I smile at her. “You could be next.” I start to limp off down the beach.

01:16 Xppilot1: (End?)

01:17 Krissy_Harmonia: (I think yes, you got me, wanna post? )

01:17 Xppilot1: (Sure. You want me to or will you?)

01:18 Krissy_Harmonia: (let me do it)

01:19 Xppilot1: (Ok. Thanks for the fight.)