Strike OR Pass

15:13 Emma-Felicity: I was in the room, minding my own business and trying to chat with friends until you came outta nowhere trying to link the absence of mixed fights to the fact that we are weak and afraid... as a mixed fighter, this expression of you triggered enough motivatio to challenge you instantly, create a protocol banter competition then invite you to my garden in that sunny day, where I am wearing my casual T-shirt and big sized pants for more flexibility in movement... I would step first in the arena waiting for you,it's my place, confident and determined, we have the same age don't we? you are more experienced, more rich I suppose and more famous, but that won'tstop me from kicking your ass or trying... enjoying the sun rays that radiate into my clad skin as the spectrum makes my brain race and get activated, I am already sweaty... already preapred, already waiting for you to bring it!

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15:25 Jeremy_Young: I didn't think twice about accepting the challenge from this girl—someone I hadn't even known until a few minutes ago. I had voiced my opinion about the lack of mixed matches; she wanted to prove me wrong and challenged me. I’m going to make her pay for it. From a distance, I can see her already standing in the scorching sun in the middle of the backyard. I feel a thrill—I’m excited. My first battle since joining Unity. I take off my white t-shirt and toss it onto the ground, then step out into the yard and approach her. I stop right in front of her, face-to-face, and look at her. "You can still change your mind and go back to your comfort zone to challenge little girls just like you."

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15:47 Emma-Felicity: Something I liked a lot about you is audacity and eagerness to accept the challenge... trust me, a thing that males of today really lack, and which style? no holds barred... happy that finally you have a battle, and more happy that the battle is with me.. I hear your words and smirk, not answering and still staring at you, my eyes can tell you : "you can't be serious can you?". You are facing me, looking taller, with a stronger frame, I seize you up and down, then back off two or three steps, I clench my fists and raise my guard, looking at you at the level of your chest... Goosebumps in my body electrocute me through all my particles, my legs widen for more stability, the sun makes my head boil but I am adapted to it, I would slowly get towards you... seeing your muscles revealedafter taking off the T-shirt, then deciding to strike... I would step to your left side jumping on the balls of my foot, trying to swing a right cross aimed at your guard to test you, then snap it to see your response.

15:51 Jeremy_Young: I smile as you start to pay me a compliment. The tension rises; the air itself seems to heat up—it’s getting hot. Excitement makes me feel that heat even more intensely. I look at you, and you get into your fighting stance. "I never turn down a date with a pretty girl—whether it’s to sleep with her, or to send her to sleep with a punch!" I raise my guard. I brace myself. When you throw your punch, I react instantly. I deflect your fist with my left palm and then, with my right hand, I aim an uppercut at your navel.

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15:57 Emma-Felicity: What was not expected is that my punch submitted to a large-out-of place deflection from you, causing my momentum to whizz unfortunately, but the moment I try to snap it back to get into my guard... your uppercut responds in a faster way, swiftly firing into my navel, that even my guard couldn't reach since I suppose you were dropping low... my body twitches backwards convulsing and spasming as I clench my midsection tryingto exhale properly to not get gassed out... I look at you, my eyes tell you something, I will get you, I will come back. I start jumping lightly to regain my activity and compensate the pain, approaching you I raise my heel trying to fire it straightforward at your mid section... if I am successful to ush you back, I would drop low, aimingan elbow down your hip.

16:03 Jeremy_Young:

16:03 Jeremy_Young: My blow lands; I can see it hurts you. I smile as you hop on the spot, trying to shake off the pain in your midsection. You waste no time and immediately attack again. Your foot comes toward me; I’m ready—on guard—and I grab your foot with both hands. I stop you in your tracks, leaving you precariously balanced on one leg and unable to launch another attack. I smile and chuckle. "I thought you were better than this... Let's see if you can hop on just one foot, too." After a few seconds, I try to shove you, aiming to make you fall backward.

16:08 Emma-Felicity: I am hurted indeed, seeing your smile made me groan in frustration... once I land my foot into you, I open my eyes wide in frustration, seeing that I am still hoppingon one ankle, classic trap, butI am outta options here since you grip was too fast than my kick, but once you start taunting me, and leave me few seconds to stabilize myself, I hook my arms down trying to sit on my ass, then with my left heel, I aim to land a sharp kick into your thigh, hoping to punish you for your taunting before you screw me.

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16:14 Jeremy_Young: Maybe I was too overconfident; your movement throws me off balance. I step forward, and then you land a kick on my thigh. Ugh! I take the hit, in a lot of pain. I limp backward, a grimace of pain and surprise on my face. "You'll pay for this!" I say, shaking my leg to try and work out the pain in my thigh.

16:19 Emma-Felicity: I look at you as I am sitting on my butt, but looking at you limping back boosts my esteem, I want to strike hoping to make you drained more... I roll and get on my knees, then my toes aiming to jump forwards, trying to anchor my elbow, aiming to bump it down into your body, at the expense of probably being hit by your heels hard or dodged then falling to thr garden ground... I realize that I am taking a big risk, but I go for it, knowing how much gassed I may get you if I land it correctly.

16:27 Jeremy_Young: As I steady myself, you rise—first to your knees, then to your feet. I watch you. You run toward me, somewhat recklessly; I lean forward, feinting to make you miss, then lunge to hit you with a spear to the stomach.

16:32 Emma-Felicity: Once you avoid my steering elbow, I would fall dow groaning in pain and disbelief as I am on my stomach, only for you to spear to my direction, making me pinned down under you, while growling out of pain from hitting the ground and being hit with you as you startto make fun of my less calculated attacks.

16:34 Jeremy_Young: The impact was hard; you fell to the ground, and I landed almost on top of you. I get to my feet, a bit battered, but I’m certain you took the worst of the collision. I look down at you. "Maybe you need to learn to use your head a little, girl!" I step closer. "Just like you should have thought things through better when you challenged me." I try to strike your body with stomps—the first to your abdomen, the second to your chest.

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16:39 Emma-Felicity: once I turn arond I find out that you are well prepared to attack me again, at the moment when you taunt me and attack my abdomen with your heel unwinding my lungs and causing me to back down... starting to twitch as I am gettin pounded into my mid section, then another bomb in my chest making me wince and moan in moe pain "uu uuuufff!" I hold my chest and roll to the side, trying to send a backward kick to your shin just to keep you away from me for a while, I need some safety time to recover.

16:42 Jeremy_Young: "Where do you think you're going?" I say as you try to roll away. "Come here!" I am cold, cruel in just the right way; I want to humiliate you simply for having defied me. I grab your top and yank it with all my strength to pull you to your feet, risking tearing it. If it rips, that’s not my problem—in fact, it would be my pleasure.

16:44 Emma-Felicity: I would feel my top yanked & pulled, feel a kind of rage as you are getting me slowly onto my feet, I turn around and see you you gripping on it, if it rips, I am gripping on your wrist to support myself, not even resisting as I help with my other leg, trying to swing my free left fist, aiming to swing a blow into your chin, hoping to punish you for wanting to expose me like that "GET OFF ME!"

16:48 Jeremy_Young: I pull you up; you clutch my arm to keep me from tearing your top—which, in fact, only gets crumpled. I ready myself to strike the moment you’re back on your feet, but suddenly—before I can launch my attack—you punch me in the chin. I stagger, briefly clinging to the top I’m still holding, then let go. I stumble back, dazed by the blow. Shaking my head, I try to recover quickly.

16:51 Emma-Felicity: I find that my blow landed correctly into you, so I smile in satisfaction, checking on my bra that was just ripped by your move... I would follow with my plan of before, but not with the same way, now I will aim to trick you, I would lunge my foot forards into your stomach, but this time it's a fae one, I would rearrage it, rotate my body to teh side and raise my foot again, trying to fire it in a question mark kick form nito the left side of your head, hoping to distract you enough to get you more dizzy.

17:02 Jeremy_Young:

17:02 Jeremy_Young: I’m staggering and struggling after the punch to the chin. You display fighting technique and agility. Your kick is elegant in its execution yet equally effective; your foot rises high and strikes the side of my head. I can’t dodge it; I stagger back and end up with my shoulders against the yard fence, leaning on it to keep from falling to the ground.

17:07 Emma-Felicity: I notice that he kick is getting the best of you, making you stagger and stumble backwards, I am close, getting close to starting to dominate you... I offer you no options or rooms for striking back, starting to mix you like crazy, so I step forwards again, and see what you will do, raising my guard carefully.

17:11 Jeremy_Young: I have my back against the fence; it’s not a good moment for me. I probably underestimated my opponent at the start of the match, and now I’m paying the price. You aren’t attacking recklessly now—perhaps you’ve learned from your mistakes, or maybe you’re tired and sore, too. You approach cautiously while I take my time; then, suddenly, without any warning, I thrust out my right arm and try to gouge your eyes with my fingers. It’s a cowardly, underhanded attack, but in an NHB match, anything goes.

17:20 Emma-Felicity: Wat a hard moment you are experiencing, not the best for you, but a very amazing one for me, looking at you getting closer, and closer, and closer, then trying to shove your figers into my eyes, turning me blind for some seconds as I quickly back off hoping to gain some distance, before you lunge at me with another attack.... Of course, I see nothing, I can't see from where your attack is coming, but I am just backing off.

17:23 Jeremy_Young: My underhanded attempt to gain the upper hand works. You’re blinded and staggering; I close the distance, grab your top once more, pull you toward me, and try to slam you against the fence behind me with a half-turn of my torso. "Never count me out, kid!"

17:26 Emma-Felicity: I feel my ripped bra gripped again as I squeal and moan "AHHHH!" then get dragged &spun quickly until I got my back slammed hard into the fence, after that quick momentum of you, getting my back almost limb as I start struggling to move and stand up, but lean my back there trying to regroup, I would open my eyes finally, then try to look at you, I can't expect myself to attack now, but I can go for a low blow.. so I anchor my knee up, then try to slam my heel down into your knee hoing to gain some time again.

17:31 Jeremy_Young: I slam you against the guardrail, which shakes from the impact. I see your top getting even more crumpled from my grip. I decide to play dirty again. Wanting to expose your chest for a chop, I ready myself for the strike and yank at your top with all my might, aiming to tear it or at least pull it down. I raise my hand to strike your chest, but you beat me to it; before I realize what's happening, you hit me in the knee. I scream in pain and limp backward, clutching my injured knee.

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17:47 Emma-Felicity: I am noticing that your knee is injured thanks to my quick reflex with my heel, enough to knock you back, the slam on the fence got most of my energy, I am starting to drain, starting to lose energy starting to become less light and fast, but intending to attack still... My stance approaches you by the side, trying to land a successful attack to you as youare clutching your knee, so I CLENCH my fist, then swing it to the side trying to fire it as quick as possible into your temple, hoping to getchu loopy now.

17:49 Jeremy_Young: Your fist crashes against my head like a mallet striking a gong. I feel the sound reverberating inside my skull; my legs tremble and I stagger backward, precariously off-balance. I try to raise my hands to guard myself, but my vision blurs from the impact of your punch.

17:52 Emma-Felicity: I smirk and look at you trying to recover as you got pretty overwhelmed by the punch, but can never tell your situation now... I look at your guard again, then quickly spin my body, trying to sweep my shin rotated and aimed at the side of your knee, in the hope of getting you less balanced.

17:56 Jeremy_Young: I raise my hands to shield my head from another potentially lethal blow. But I hadn't anticipated everything; you strike me with a violent kick to the knee. My leg trembles, I lose my footing, and I collapse onto one knee. I try to shove you in the stomach to force you back and avoid an imminent attack.

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18:15 Emma-Felicity: Once you shove your knees into me trying to make me get backwards, I would strut quickly to the side, believing thatsince you are down and I am up wakling, should be slower for you to move and settle yoruself to face me, I am taking advantage of this as I move again hoping to get into your side... then, I would try to PLANT my heel into the direction of your ribs instead of facing you...

18:21 Jeremy_Young: I'm on my knees, I manage to push you and gain a few seconds. I huff and put my hands on the ground. You kick me in the kidneys and send me rolling. I end up on the ground, on my side, then I try to move with my hands on the ground to get back on my knees and then to stand up and face you again. I'm dizzy, but I grit my teeth and step back, needing to catch my breath. The last few blows I took were very painful.

 

18:25 Emma-Felicity: I am seeing that your side got blown by my heel kick, causing you to roll again... then end up on the other side, getting up onto your knees then standing up. I would look at you then raise my guard, coming again and preparing myself to attack or see what I can encounter from you, I smile knowing that I started to make it complicated for you.

18:32 Jeremy_Young: I’m breathing heavily. I touch my aching side. I look at you. "What is it? Why aren't you attacking?" I say, frustrated. The match isn't going the way I’d hoped. Still, I have a chance, and I want to seize it. You hesitate; I lunge at you and wrap my hands around your throat, trying to strangle you. I’m acting more on instinct than reason.

18:38 Emma-Felicity: My hesitation costs me a lunge when you quickly leap at me... starting to choke me as I widen my eyes looking at you, I don't think again... then gather all my fingers together... trying to SHOVE them into your left eye, hoping that the cheap attack makes you a little distracted. Then, if I am successful I would raise my knee aiming it at your mound, hoping that my kneecap pounds the balance outta your batance so I may break free.

18:42 Jeremy_Young: I grab you, but you react instantly. Before I can put my full strength into the move, you strike me in the eye. I’m immediately forced to let go—"AAAGR, you bitch!" I groan in pain. I cover my face with my hands; I can't see a thing. Your knee slams into my stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. I double over, clutching my belly with one hand while covering my eye with the other, and stagger back, utterly spent.

 

18:50 Emma-Felicity: Relieved and more confident as I managed to make you back off and bend over... seeing that you are trying to recover from my attacks, but who am I to hold back from you after what you did to me. I step forward and hook my arm behind your neck, trying to bend my back and tense my right leg, aiming to anchor my left knee upwards aiming with it at your jaw, hoping that the engaged attack gets you dazed while you are regrouping.

18:53 Jeremy_Young: You grab my head and pin me down. I struggle to breathe. I place my hands on your hips to try and push you away, but I have no strength left. Your knee strikes me in the face. I hear a crack and feel pain in my nose; immediately after, I feel my blood running over my lips. I collapse to my knees—exhausted, dazed, bloodied, and in pain.

19:09 Emma-Felicity: While you are on your knees and me standing up, I feel confident enough to tower over you again... I look at how you are exhausted and full of blood, then smile, deciding to plant my foot into you another time... but this time, I would raise my heel in the air, then try to SLAM it DOWN into the back of your neck, trying to getchu into the ground under me.

 

21:08 Jeremy_Young: I am on my knees, hands on the ground. Blood is streaming from my nose. I have nothing left; I’m at my limit. Your heel strikes the back of my head, and my face slams into the ground. I collapse, chest against the courtyard grass, sprawled awkwardly. I am drained of strength, utterly exhausted.

21:30 Emma-Felicity: "so what was it about we are feared to face men? did you get enough proof?" I taunt you then press my foot on your back posing over you as the sun rays radiate towards us... I am all sweaty and drained as well, but proud, since I proved that for now... women do it best in unity, at least from my side, the one who came and challenged all of us making the most dramatic banters is now under me... I step from you and pull you by the hair "that was a nice time... when you want to challenge a woman again, measure your words, because you may get worse" I try to slam you down again then stand up towering over you.

21:42 Jeremy_Young: I can barely hear your words. I am dazed; you are humiliating me. My face is pressed into the ground beneath your foot. Then you let go and I can breathe, but you lift my head and say something else. I nod, unsure if I understood everything. Finally, you slam my bloodied face back onto the ground. I lie there helpless, finished.