Strike OR Pass

13:01 Amalia_Torres: Who doesn't know me after deciding to matchmake fighters? afterspending enough time to explore almost all kinds of fighting styles from sensual ones to brutal striking to crushing tusslings, I have tried many, recommended many, and known enough comunity who does many. Certainly, all styles should be respected, valuated and considered as a way to dance with your partner, but at some point, this variation of styles can be quite competitive, when each group wants to prove the superiority of what they do, and this is what happened between me and Kyle this morning, a guy who is dedicated and inveted in the striking styles, going from brutal no holds barred attacks to boxing, while I am a judo expert, I find some slight change when I do wrestling, still I find myself in it, sure that we cannot fit in one style, but a quick exchange made the area and the atmosphere sound weird and a bit toxic... we need to settle this with a fight. I arrived minutes earlier to an underround arena around midday, the sun rays radiate like an oven from the outside that the palce feels like a freezer, a better spot for me to look like a diva in my black bikini and bra with my dark hair, even my eyes would look black when some rays penetrate through the fails of the arena, my body starts bouncing up and down, rolling my shoulders and arms when I get a little bit sweaty, it should be stupid to claim that we stooped into a fight just because we wanted to prove the power and dominance of our preferred style instead of agreeing to disagreeing... From another perspective, the stakes of this decision will make the loser dishonored after representing their style & skills and losing with them... I see someone coming from the shadows, I put my hands on my hips and cross my legs, pressing my lips in a wondering rather than nerous look.

13:02 Amalia_Torres:

13:19 Kyle_Brood: As a fighter I respect all styles, regardless of their origin and combat ways. However ever since I started fighting I have been more of a brawler and a small powerhouse, rather than a straight up technical fighter. I am not good at the grappling except a few that I learned in my pro wrestling days. But Amalia, the Jefa of a fed who I was talking to this morning had somewhat of a different opinion than me. What started first as an argument soon turned into a toxic discussion. My argument being that in an underground scene grappling cannot help much when there are constant punches being thrown. Amalia believing that if the opponent is taken to ground, grappling can excel like in MMA. But MMa has rules, underground scene doesn’t and not even a referee. At last we decided to settle this inside the ring, like everything is around here. Amalia going first while I make my way towards the changing room. I look myself in the mirror once I change up, my toned muscles under the low light while I take deep hot breaths. Sweat beads running down my chest and abs line before I wash my face and slap it to get ready. Finally I walk down the arena, looking at the sun still shining outside. You standing inside with your hands on your hips, the sun radiating your curves, the black raven hair and those gorgeous dark brown eyes perfectly. I walk to the middle, flaunting my abs in my black briefs. Standing tall at 5’11 and 154 lbs as I look around to find only us here. My eyes then scan your sexy body up and down, lips curling into a half smile as I greet you. “Try not to get hurt. Are you ready to dance, Jefa?” I ask and get my guard up. Waiting for you to do the same as we both get ready. Then I’d swing two right jabs aimed at your face to test your guard and officially start our match.

13:19 Kyle_Brood:

13:49 Amalia_Torres: How does an MMA fighter clinch if they are not into grappling? how can they excel without having at least some bases about joint manipulation or momentum control, you cannot call yourself a fighter while all you do is throwing strikes like a serpent, even the serpent needs to roll around its prey at some point. I would say you came out of a magazine with your abby chest, your V form and thick thighs, onlyfor your smiley gaze points at me, I look at you before hearing your words, I smile and nod, showing you how much I am determined and composed to start... in a world of pssibilities, no holds barred, me vs you, I am screwed... in a world of where my skills take place, you will need to do your best to beat me, you look energitic, activated, enjoying the thrill and the charm of provning yourself and backing your statement... I walk and widen my legs after two steps, raising my guard as I look at yours, you body should twist quickly, quicker than my reflex can expect or handle... la jefa doesn't go down easily, especially when it comes to what I master, my stance lowers as I see you jabbing into my face but luckily my guard was on the way to parry you, I deflect the first one but the second manages to slip after targeting my wrist, I start jerking it in the air while still looking at you... trying to shake the pain quickly before getting activated, I jump on the balls of my foot, trying to find a good angle from where I can attack, I can't keep parrying & dodging you, I will need to lunge at some point... so why not. I ghoststep forwards, drop low in the hope of avoiding your range, then try to SLAM my shoulder & side of my neck at the level of your abs, no intention to leap you down, I just try myself, I plant myhands on your torso, then PUSH myself backwards to disengages, I repeat again, running towards you like an arrow... my elbow is about to pound into you again...

14:05 Kyle_Brood: My eyes notice scan your limbs, keeping a close eye on your movements as you walk towards me. Watching you through my guard as you get ready, deflecting my first jab as I expected but the second one lands. Forming a grin on my face as I see the look of pain on your face after it snaps back from bone on bone impact. Going to step in as you were shaking your cobwebs to continue my offence, however you recover quickly and dash towards me, surprising me. I quickly throw a left hook at your temple but you go low and “oomph..” your shoulders digs into my abs, making them flex. I get winded out, you’re faster than I anticipated, my left hand instantly going for my abs as I massage them. Coughing a little as you step back and I get a couple of secs, I watch your legs bend again and anticipate your move. One thing about a boxer, they’re also trained in foot work, I quickly side step and turn to left as I was already stumbling from your earlier attack. “Not bad..” I say barely dodging your elbow as it just grazes past me. But I was ready for your elbow and already cocked my right, sending a straight uppercut for your pretty mouth. Trying to stun you. I watch you on my side and try to follow up with a right kick to the shin, hoping it sends you off balance. I underestimated you a little, I need to maintain the upper hand and wear you down. If successful I would try then try to wrap the same right hand around your neck, trying to get your head under my arm..

14:21 Amalia_Torres: I would have said that you see the future if I didn't know you are an expert boxer, the moment when you sidestep with a swift movement using your legs, they slide around the canvas, quickly but smoothly rearranging your body, at the expense of making my attack whizz in the air, missing you, missing you at the moment when I was expecting to crash, to have a momentwhen I will tussle into you, but insted I was thrown by my own momentum... but it didn't end up here, you managed to swing your fist aiming with it at my chin, getting my head tossed to the other side as I let out a devastated and dsperate groan "UUU UUUHHHHHH" followed by a moment when I was going down, stunned inded but knowing what I do still... I aim with my arm down the canvas and bend my back & ankles, trying to follow with a swift forward flip to land to the other side, I thought that by curing myself I would manage to avoid any other advantageous & sneaky attack from you, because I believe that it's what happened, if I stayed all stretched in the air I would have exposed my body to all sorts of strikes, which would gas me out and wear me down faster than what you would even expect, my body is very sensitive when it comes to strikes, luckily for me, my flexibility helps me to avoid mostof them, but flexibility alone cannot deal with the grappling, I feel my head pinned under your arm, I let out a groan of surprise this time... you are starting to surprise me, I do start to panic, I don't want to get pinned into you, my damsel in distress starts when you pull your vice arm around my neck, limiting air from me, and causing me to get it immobilized... I don't think twice, I slip my right arm above your right shoulder, open my ankles and aim to wrap them around your right thigh... I start to shift my body to the side explosively & anchor my ankles repeatedly, in the hope of off balancing you down.

14:42 Kyle_Brood: I notice the expressions change on your face the moment you realize you missed the shot and then THWAP, my fist hits your jaw. Your groan was like music to my ears, watching your head snap back. A half smile back on my face now but color me surprised when you use your arm and flip your entire body. Dodging my kick. I didn’t expect you to be this flexible use and use it this way to dodge strikes. Might have to work hard to get you down this time. Stepping forward I still managed to get your head under my arm as you land in your feet. Thanks to my longer height and heavier weight. Feeling your bodacious frame this close to me for the first time ever. Breathing heavier, smelling the floral scent on you as I get ready to raise my knee to strike your belly, wanting to wind you out. “I will try not to huu—-“ I get interrupted as your leg suddenly wraps around mine. I had only recovered my lost breath a few seconds ago, trying to capitalize on this moment. I thought you were too stunned but my eyes widen as you start to squirm hard, making me limp and bounce on one leg. I stagger back and attempt to maintain my balance but the moment I raised my knee you targeted it and send me off balance. Finally I feel my body with your wrapped around mine, as we fall down onto our side onto the canvas with a thud. I immediately let go of your head as soon as I knew we were falling. Knowing better than to fight you on ground. But the problem is your leg is still wrapped around my thigh, and you’re so close to me. Taking the slight fall had to winded for a couple of seconds. “F-fuck..” I muttered under my breath and immediately jumped to action. Having let go your head I ball my fist up and attempt to send a couple of jabs with my right into your side, to loosen your grip and wind you. My left hand under you as we fell onto our side, your right mine left. Hence I try to quickly jerk my leg, to get it free from your thigh. And go to then push you off of my hand using right. mtc.

14:42 Kyle_Brood: For a moment I look at your beautiful face, breathing heavier as the body heat between us rises. Your cold skin wrapped around mine, but I can’t let this last. At least not know. If successful in getting you off I’d waste no time in trying to roll away from as quickly as possible.

15:00 Amalia_Torres: Will you slip your hand away from my neck and try to fist me if I target my arms that I didn't use yet? One thing about a grappler, they're trained to avoidopening ranges for you as quick as possible, though this time your fist landed in my body, my ribs were invaded by your quick jabs, pain running through my body as I feel the urge to roll away from you. I notice that your lower body is starting to jerk, I feel like I am riding a horse in rage, starting to bump up and down above your body, whileI am still holding my ribs from pain, it's all set up to make me loosen my ankles cross around your thigh... I grit my teeth in frustration, but try to optimize my effectiveness and not let my plan backfire that quick. In a moment when you are wanting to get me pushed away from your arm that was somehow trapped between out bodies, I would target it with both of my arms, relying on the two onone advantage, hoping that it can help me grip on your wrist evetually, if you don't manage to roll away, I would have a hold on your left wrist, then, I would ROLL myself to my right direction, in a spin where you will only see my back, but at what expense? I am dragging your arm under my left side in the process if you don't come up with a plan... I may be very mistaken and you are already there facing me, slipping away from my hold, but you would also have your am trapped under me, all what I know is that if I have the hold on it, I would curl my body around it, bending my back and aiming to steer my legs there, I hope to make things complicated for you, and I know how much strikes I will get on my back, I just want your arm, I want it... under me...

15:34 Kyle_Brood: I should’ve known you wouldn’t let go of me that easily, and you waste no time in capitalizing onto the moment. Even after both of my punches connected well you managed to grab my left arm with both of your hands, targeting my wrist as you roll over me. I see your back and feel your spine, ass and thighs near my torso as you roll with my wrist in your hand. I breathe heavier, panicking a little as I failed to roll away and now cannot anticipate your next move. And if you manage to disable my arm, it’d be hard as a boxer to continue the fight. I need to do something quick. I jerk my arm left and right, trying to loosen your grip after the roll. Finally I managed to get my leg my free from your grip and attempt to slip away, looking at you and again trying to punch your ribs. But it doesn’t work. Suddenly my eyes widen as you now your whole smaller frame curls up on my arm, hugging it under you. Your legs making it harder for me to reach up and strike as you seem to be get your target. I attempt to raise my hips and twist my body, trying hard as flexible as I am. “Ughh let go of me..” I say If I am able to twist my body halfway enough, I’d try to get my legs or ankles around your head, hoping I can squeeze before you lock my arm. However your legs aiming at me and pushing against my shoulder, are making things complicated and harder to reach you. The longer the grappling battle runs, the more trouble I am in. My other arm balling up and attempting to punch at your legs, hoping to steer them away enough for me execute my counter..

15:58 Amalia_Torres: My body is all curled around your arm, I feel the sweat in it, and grip on it as if I am holding a rod, preveting me from falling in a volcano. In te other hand, you are playing with me like a lion trying to tempt a gazelle into his trap... it's crazy how your fists force me to slip my hips and thighs forwards, curling, pushing, bending, moving and shifting, ending up by forming and "U" with my body, but still taking time to have all my torso above your arm, I believe that the weight I am putting is making some effect but not what I want, I take the risk again, back myself and givemore space to see your veines and arms, wow, what a sight, your veines are tensing with your muscles... I need to get rid of your left arm, I need to face you again but with you having the chance to punch only with your right one, I GRIP on your wrist, your ankles are ALL around my head from all of sudden when I feel them covering me and pulling me again into your hell of hold. I gasp and groan, I need to face you, I hold I can just usethe advantage that my body is curled, hoping to ROLL inside your airgap between your ankles, after all, the only thing that can prevent me is your ankle if they are tightly wrapped... I would be stupid to turn around facing you with my very soft belly and my thighs, facing your punches, but that's not exactly my plan, I am curled -again- so I can stretch my body, the plan is very tricky if it works with you still curled... because I am aiming to pull your left arm between your ankles, since I am finding myself facing your inner thighs... with your ankles till around my head, an opening for an armbar on your left arm between your thighs may take place!

16:14 Kyle_Brood: I breathe heavier and heavier the longer we are locked in this struggle, sweat beads rolling down my body. Luckily my fists work at first forcing you into an umbrella shape. My eyes notice your lower body and your pretty tattoos, your toned thighs. Makes me wonder what would happen if the rules were reversed as I get your head between my ankles. Grunting loudly as I try to squeeze, hearing you groan and gasp. Thought I had you but you managed to roll into the small gap, thanks to your smaller body. But your leg and spine still facing me. You use your flexibility and pull on my arm, stretching in between the gap while we’re locked. I can see your curvy ass from here, but I cannot get distracted. Panicking as I feel my arm pulled into between thighs as you try to create an opening. I jerk my whole body, shaking it to loosen your grip, your sexy smaller body curled up near me. If I had your belly or inner thighs facing me, I’d strike. But I cannot strike your ass, however I try to land a punch into your spine. I could feel both our breaths rising. Before trying to tighten my ankles around your head. And as you have my arm between my thighs, I attempt to use your head as a leverage and pull on my arm, straining my muscles. My veins popping out as I try to do so. Trying to get it free as I go to straighten my back with a jerk. Hoping to end this ground battle and get free from your grip. Still trying to keep a hold on your head if successful, until I feel safe enough to let go..

16:51 Amalia_Torres: Limiting your area of striking was the best plan to atomize your devastating attacks, my desperate groans show how much your legs are giving me a hard time, I pull, more, more, and more, trying to make a torque on you, only for a sharp blow to land no my spine "AGHHHHHHH!" I cry and lsoe the hold on your left wrist, immediately findin myself in the trap between your ankles, my head tries to direct air inside my lungs as I breath as I stick it up with my chin untucked, you are just very strong, and it's enough to put me in danger... I would say this is my last one in this fight, but I don't lose hope, you are curled, I have a very good access to your tailbone & coccyx, striking vital and important spots should be a good boost in the fight, that's why I decide to do my very first strike in this match, I back it slightly, then try to RAM it hard into your bone just under your back, the moment I feel that my spine is calming down, my eyes try desperately to look at you as if I am trying not to sink in the middle of the ocean, let go of me! let me away or I will damage your lower back, my eyes... you can see what they tell you, you can se that I am not done yet, you can see that pounding my spine is starting to trigger my anger finally, as you roll away, feeling pain or not, I pant heavily, trying to settle on my knees, then slowly pull up, with a devilish smile I adress "is that all what you've got? come on.... DEMOLISH ME!" I taunt you before crambling up, trying to roll my head sideways then walk towards you.

17:07 Kyle_Brood: Finally my left arm is free from your hold after the punch to your spine. Keeping you trapped in between my ankle to block your air pathways. I don’t hit your vitals as I don’t want to defeat you this soon. However after how I just barely escaped your armbar, it’d have been a good idea to try. But you’re not the same thinking as of me as your fist slams into my tail bone hard. “Aughh!” I grunt in pain as I feel a stinging sensation rise my lower back. I notice the look in your eyes, knowing you can do more damage and it’d be harder for me to fight. I let go of your head, rolling away while massaging my back and breathing heavily. My whole body is sweat due to the struggle we had on the ground but we’re finally up. Using my back against the ropes to get up, noticing you on your knees with an evil grin on your face. I get a bit worried and get my guard up as you close in. My eyes watching your every movement carefully as I confidently reply “Fine as you wish. But don’t complain when I hurt you too much..” I say and take the initiative, stepping forward and balling up my fist. Right leg first and swinging a right hook going for your cheek, looking to stun you. Then attempt to follow it up with a left jab aimed at your sternum. Looking to wind you out. My breath heavy and the elongated grappling struggle on the canvas has get me a bit worn down.

17:31 Amalia_Torres: It should be stated that I am very gassed out and overwhelmed, not from the grappling, but because of how much I will have to deal with your explosive willpower, I groan and feel the obligation to deal with you... I see your side stance but never expect your punch comingfrom my left, when you started swinging it I would bend my elbow over my face, getting it to take your unch instead of my cheek, I feel the blow like a shockwave trying to break my arm, at least I am far below your expectations, what if your plan was stunning me completely in this attack then you find out that I am tring to wriggle the pain you brought to me away? what if you wanted to see me knocked down but now I am appearing with a foot and a heel still facing you? what if my body would feel the urge to LUNGE into you instead of defending? keeping your jab deflected and large out of place is a must, I bend my kees and twist myself to the right, your jab connects with my left shoulder as it knocks me back for two steps making me stagger, I pant and hold my shoulder from the pain of taking your attacks, my vital spots should be very open now, I slowly try to roll my shoulder, aiming to make the pain disappear, I am putting mysel in a lot of danger in this stance of fighting, I look at your ankles, I don't take too much time to think, as I get closer again... I bend my knees, preapred to drop low in need.

17:42 Kyle_Brood: As soon as we close in and get in range I swing my hook and see you bring your elbow up to block it. Knowing that you still must have felt the shockwave I swing the second fist for a follow up. Time seemed to had slowed in as thousands of thoughts race across our mind. At the end you manage to duck twist, my punch connecting only into your shoulder. Both of my blows fail and you expose your back to me. I try to capitalize but go lower, so instead of punching this time. I try to use a different strategy. With both of my hands I go to grab your torso with both hands, trying to keep you down and attempt to raise my knee to try and slam it into your belly if my hands can keep a good grip on you, it should surely make your body bounce up. If successful I wouldn’t just let go, I’d keep the grip tight and attempt to whip you into the corner, hoping your back hits the metal turnbuckle and I have winded you enough. Only for me charge at you and double over, trying to slam my shoulder into your belly, to fold you in half and crush your sexy body against the turnbuckle to wind you out completely. Wanted me to demolish you? Fine Jefa, here I come~ This heavy combo of strikes and slam, should have you worn out for me if all goes well.

18:01 Amalia_Torres: My bending over strategy pays and I seeyou having a hold on my body, my torso is all gripped by your arms, I see your legs, all I se is your legs, your legs is all what exists in the range of my vision... your legs... I am in a bind, you are going to knee the hell outta my body, my arms flail and anticipate, once you target me I hook one forearm of me by its side hoping to deflect your knee rather than reucing its devastating momentum... I don't want to get kneed in my stomach... instead I use my arm to prevent myself from it, the pain REASONATES like an echo in an empty room, followed by my desperate grunts, though I am not losing in that plan, I will hook my right hand as quick as possible, trying to prevent you from getting your foot down onto the canvas, I would hug your thigh as if I am trying to cuddle your thigh, my left hand is shaking and twitching, barely useful, but I drag it under your inner thigh, my right one is doing all the work... I want to backfire your plan completely, turning it from being slammed, to me holding your knee into me -if you manage to slip your ankle from me, you would slam me after my failed attempt-, hugging your ankle like my little baby as my chin rests on your thigh, in such a way my eye looks what exists down, you on one ankle, I want to reap it, I feel hungry to do it since it's my thing, I immedietaly take advantage of my bent body, spin to the right and raise my right ankle, swinging it backwards behind your left calf, trying to getchu down with a classic right ankle-left ankle judo reap!

18:54 Kyle_Brood: My big arms grab your smaller frame, feeling your ribs under my fingers as your ass and back is visible to me. I thought my knee would work but this time you figure my move out and parry my knee, saving yourself almost. Still getting some nice grunts out of you but get a bit surprised as you arm hooks around. And immediately go to put my knee down, remembering the last time I was in the same position. But before I could bring my whole leg down, your body wraps around my thigh as you grab it everything you have. “Ughh.. let go..” I snarl at you and ball up my fist as I let go of your torso, however soon I feel a sudden pull as you spin and I feel your hips twist near my legs. Before I can punch you’re able to shift my body to the side a little, I try to balance on one leg only to find your right ankle just behind it. I get tripped and suddenly the moves I had planned to finally wear you down for good, completely backfired. My eyes widen and with a thud, my back hits the canvas again as we find ourselves down once again. This time me on my back and you on your thigh. For a moment I breathe in, trying to grasp the situation, then shake my head and quickly use my balled up fist, trying to jab it into your side if I can reach. Then quickly attempt to grab at your sides again with both arms, trying to quickly push you off of me before you can gain any kind of advantage. I have to get back up again soon, or at least keep you afar. I cannot let you get on top. As your body had tightened around me, I could already feel your hunger and rage that had built up during this match.

19:20 Amalia_Torres: You are having a hold on my torso still, limiting my movement wherever I want to go or shift, your fist puonds into my side cauing me to jerk to the right "uuhh uuuuhh" I moan lightly out of convulsing pain, I feel you pushing me after, trying to get rid of me, my chest is on fire from the pain you are putting me in, but I am hugging your ankle still, I slip my left hand away from you, just to rub the spot of pain, then use my left heel planted up to the canvas to push myself backwards as quick as possible, helping you to push me away and create some air gap between us. However, this plan of yours makes me think of locking you again, so I anchor my right ankle, slipping it around your right one again, my left one sees that I am seeking help to lock you possibly... so I use it as well to wrap arounc it hopefully, you managed to pound my side and push me away indeed, but I dare you to stand up with me still trying to lock around your ankle, my arms try to grip on your sole... I would be sitting on my ass but aim to lean slowly on my back, trying to pull your sole with me, after having the chance to trip your left arm, now the turn on your right anke, I turn to the side, trying to create some torque, I want to break you slowly...

19:42 Kyle_Brood: My fist pounds into your side again and again, by now there should be nice bruises on your cute body but I don’t even get a chance to see. Your groans were however like a symphony to my ear, not lasting long as you push yourself back and lock your right ankle around my leg. “F-fuck..” I mutter under my breath and try to get up, but your lock tightens as your left leg pushes on your right, making me fall back down on my ass. I try to reach you, but you’re not in my range and then grab my sole. Getting confused a little as I first watch you sitting, my eyes trailing over your tattoos and curves before you pull. My back hits the canvas again, as I fall back down. Feeling your body turn and with it so does my ankle, twisting as I feel pain, my leg twisting. I panic a little, and squirm a little, trying to jerk my leg that you have locked tightly. Feeling your hands grabbing my sole tightly as if you’d never let go, making it harder for me to move it. Going to reach and see if I can punch your right leg, however as you turn to side I have to try and roll to side, in order to not let my leg bend. Breathing heavily while I try to think of a way to get out. My other hand, grabbing your thigh and attempting to pull, feeling your well toned muscles but smooth skin, finger trailing over the tattoos.

20:02 Amalia_Torres: I am in the point of no going back, if I leave your leg, I am almost finished, you can't see it, but my side is bruised indeed and red, what makes me not feel it is the thrill and the activity that my body is performing, it would be amazing to see myself dragging my foot to the side and making the torque overwhelm you, I pant heavily and inhale deeply groaning before every move, my sweaty drak hair is all covering my face as I try to toss it to the side to watch at every moment, opening my eyes and hoping to have a good look at your body from the side, like a conductor of a small boat I try to direct your leg.... "AHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK" feeling your punch range reaching my ankles, I let out a cry from becoming scared and also frustrated tat you can have me under your danger area, feeling your body roling to thr right side of yours makes me think of something rather cretive than instinctive... I would ROLL to my other direction at the moment when you are trying to follow me, I am not a mechanics expert, but that would mean double the torque that was applied on you, and I try to curl my knees, not only to aoid you but also to roll with more effectiveness as my bent back helps my trajectory. Explosiveness is the key of making me twis your ankle in a quicker & smoother motion than what you are trying, I would love to see myself on my right side, twisting your ankle with me as you roll to your right one which is my outer one, pain pulsates in my body as if I am in the after the anesthesia moment of a surgery. But there is one thing I know, I am going to keep the work on your ankle, not only twist it to the side, but ROLL myself hoping to get on all fours and PULL your ankle, I want to bend it in the process, you would see me trying to settle up.

20:02 Amalia_Torres:

20:32 Kyle_Brood: You have endured quite blows in this match and even I don’t have full stamina left in the tank due to all our tussling. Not able to get a recovering chance. However the worst was yet to come. Hearing your cries even in this situation is a bit soothing, given you’re still in my range. Sweat rolls down my chest, hair and forehead while I breathe heavily and turn, however you backfire my counter and roll to the other side. You’re indeed right, the pain I was trying to void comesback two fold at me, twisting my right ankle in the opposite direction now. A stinging pain rises up my ankle and it feels like a christmas tree lighting up. “Arghh!!” I scream in pain. Feeling the joint bend as I thrash like a wounded animal, squirming in pain and groaning as I try to reach my leg to free it. Desperately looking for a way out while you bend my leg, I think of quickly rolling to my left in the same direction as you. That should lower the pain but fuck you’re faster and manage keep working over my leg. Pulling it and getting on your fours, another spiking of intense pain sent through my leg. “Ahhh let go!” I scream in pain, the joint and bone awkwardly as it feels like it may break any moment. Still squirming I try to sit up only to gulp and see your sexy body and ass facing me. Noticing the bruises on your side, breathing heavily and trying to reach with my hands. But I am unable to punch you as I don’t have enough reach. Only attempt to grab your leg but I fail as I am forced to roll onto my side due to the painful lock. This fight is a nhb, there’s no submission. No why am I even thinking about that, I need to fight back somehow. Right I buckle my left leg up and try to kick onto your left inner thigh, hoping to throw you off of your game or balance even for a moment. Seeing if I can take this chance to pry at your leg or think of something better while I am on side and trying to stop the intense pain.

20:48 Amalia_Torres: .

20:52 Amalia_Torres: I am on all fours while my back is arching and trying to pull your ankle with me, I am bending it awkwardly and knowing how much ths will cause as a damage for you, but youhave your free ankle, and with it you would slam hard into my thigh, stunning my body comepletely as I am forced to get rolled to the side holding it and flipping forwards in the hope of landing on in a safe place... Look, I am overwhelmed and finished, but I am not expecting you to stand up, you would surprise me if you do, I was curling with all my body around it and trying not to let go of you, your explosiveness had another way with me of getting my plan backfired again... My body is all in pain but I decide to stand up, I am jerking and shivering, I look at you with heavy pants, hard heart slams, I swoop my hair behind my ears, and at the moment when some feeling tells that I am done, I widen my stance, raise my arms shakily, the only way to have a way on this fight isdoing your style, I am stopping any form of grappling, I will break steel with steel... even if your body is all steel at this point, mine honestly needs only one attack to be finished, one clean and composed, my arms anchor as I jump on the balls of my foot, running towards you like an arrow, running to my end, my destruction and demolition, I hope his feeling of nervousness escapes me when I reach you. I would bend myself down hooking my arm for a feint punch passing your body, anchoring my elbow, I wonder if you were eading it as a trap or a cheap shot from a grappler, but as I am curled, I would LUNGE my engaged body upwards, trying to make my elbow somehow reach your chest/solar plexus or whatever I am near to.

21:07 Kyle_Brood: The pain in my ankle is on par with the pain of a broken bone, which could soon happen into reality if I don’t do something. Luckily my hits your thigh and you’re flopped off of me, finally letting my leg free. I breathe and sigh in relief, holding my leg with my right as the pain still doesn’t seem to go away. I can’t even move my leg, having to force it straight. For a moment it felt like it’d stay bent. You’re out of range and after what I just went through there’s no way I could move except maybe trying to crawl on my hands. But I don’t think I can let go of my leg either, you got me good.. Keeping me on ground where you have most advantage but as soon as you get in range, you know I will punch you. Just by looking at you I can tell you won’t be able to take more. However the truth is I might’ve something left in tank but my position is quite dangerous. Using my hands I try to sit up, looking at you as you shakily raise your arms. You’re quite a tough fighter, I will give you that. Looking at sexy under the lighting with your bruises, as you gather yourself once again. Your sexy body shining under it when suddenly you charge at me. I don’t have anyway of moving away, my leg is still hurting so I can’t even roll away. All I can hope is to block at this point and I am good at that given the background as a boxer. “You fought well..” I let out, not knowing what you intend to do, my eyes keep scanning you. I see your fist balling up and while still seated I get ready to block it with my left. Thinking it should be easy. However at last moment you lunge down and my eyes widen as I complete misread your move. I didn’t expect a grappler to use a feint, even I didn’t… I didn’t have to but this is different. Your elbow slams into my chest, rattling my ribcage and sending me back onto canvas with a THUD. I cough and hold my chest with one hand while trying to roll away but the pain shoots up, forcing me to grab my leg.

21:30 Amalia_Torres: I would look at you falling down and myself is not trusting what is happening, I never brought someone down before in a no holds barred fight, I look at you in disbelief but also in satisfaction, somehow in my gameplay you weren't struggling much, but once I started relying on attaks, I managed to getchu down, but I am not done yet, I would strut back, then run towards you, approaching from the side where you are curling to see your face... as I jump, I drag myself down letting my kinetic energy pick me up like a projectile, while all I want is your head, I see myself approaching, witha swift momentum again, I try to drag one ankle next to your uppder shoulder, anchoring the other one as I don't aim to have my knee on your face, but only to slip it under your head from the lower shoulder... Yes, I am intending to scissor you, my honor wouldn't allow me to keep striking you, so I will rely on my hips remaining force to see what to do to you. if my plan is going as wanted, I would bend my first ankle, trying to get it closer to my second one in the hope of making my calf behind my other inner thigh, it would be a good move if I manage to lock your head while my ankles make a figure of four, it's only that I find that fighting against your squirms and jerks would be very hard to deal with, I motivate myself for being halfway, forgetting my bruises even if a light flow of air feels like if I am swimming in a pool of acid, I groan as I hold my skin when ears escape my eyes, trying to lock my ankles now...

21:46 Kyle_Brood: I didn’t expect to go down like this in a nhb fight. How could a brawler like me go down like this, you were shorter and lighter than me. If it weren’t for this damned leg, I could still get up and fight back. I can admit that I underestimated you and your grappling, you managed to use explosive power to make sure I stay down by just targeting one body part. That’s impressive, as a striker I had to punch and strike to keep you down, only for you stand up. Guess disabling one limp works better than I excepted. But you weren’t done yet, the fight will still on, both of us were still awake. I feel your ankle drops onto my upper shoulder, in the next moment another one slipping under me. Unable to figure out your move I ask “What do you think you’re doing?” and try to push your leg away, swatting at it but you’re fast and I am still winded out. Your ankle bends around my neck and then the other stays wrapped around my head. I could start to feel the pressure on my head as your thighs lock in, head trapped between your sexy legs. “F-fuck no..” I have dealt with headscissors and they’re easier to pry. But figure four are a pain in the ass. I desperately squirm underneath you, but every time I do pain spikes up my leg, forcing me to slow down. My hands trying to pry and claw at your thighs before you start squeezing and completely get me. Breathing heavier and trying to get as much as oxygen as I can after you had me winded out. However you could have ended this with strikes, but you didn’t and still choose to prove your style superiority, despite knowing I will fight back. That is honourable as a fighter, I respect that.

22:04 Amalia_Torres: My body is tensing like crazy, we are at some point as if both are holding into a bar and each one is waiting for the oter to let go first so they can do the same, pain had got the best of me in this fight that I feel my tears run down my cheeks, I anchor my ankle, trying to follow up with closing the angle more. Indeed, a normal wrapping would ahve been easier to pry, that's why I attempted to attack so I can have one behind you for the figure four, I twist my body to the right, trying to guide my ankles in such a way they close more, leaving ess air gap in return, I would try to reach for your left arm again, gripping it with a hold of two-on-one to gain advantage over it hopefully, this time I wouldn't grip from the wrist, but instead I would do it from your elbow... I don't want to give you any chance to move, but something tells me to pin you under a classic judo hold. So.. I would shift my body to the side, in such a way the leg that was under you slips more, I want to rest my ass on the canvas instead of your chest, driving your hand with me, I would heep the lock but loosen it, slowly trying to slip it again in the process, I want to end up on your side pulling your arm, instead of scissoring you in a frontal way, this would allow me to stretch your arm.. my arms would attempt to keep a hold on your left one, to pull it more, when my ankles, don't find the rest but in loosening, only to try and push against your shoulders, hoping to get into another armbar.

22:25 Kyle_Brood: After all the tussling and back and forth fight with you, I don’t have much left in the tank. If only I was able to roll us over and get you under for a ground and pound I could win. But right now you have got me locked in your figure four, leaving less and less room for me to breathe. While trying to pry with my left arm and coughing you grip on my elbow. Looking at you, and gulping as I see your sexy body which shifts ti the side suddenly. My hand pulled with you as you end up on your ass on canvas. This time you end up on my side, the perfect place to pull my arm and stretch it. I quickly attempt to roll and groan a little in pain, I was free from your figure four but this problem is something different. Your ankles push at my shoulders while you keep a tight grip on my elbow and pull. “Aughh!!” I groan in pain as my arm is stretched and bent, you locking me in an armbar. I squirm and thrash on the canvas, not wanting my arm to end up like my leg again. The pain, mixed with the pain from leg and the dizziness from being winded out, makes me want to give in at last. I have no option in this position, I can try to roll and punch your legs, but I doubt it’d make a difference as you’re holding me from elbow this time. “Fine fine.. stop! I give I give..” I scream, hoping you let go of my arm. I know we decided til KO, but I can’t go through the pain of my joints getting bent again.. Not after what happened with my leg, I need my hand to box.

23:01 Amalia_Torres: Hearing your submissiion turns my tears of despair and fearness into happiness and satisfaction, I would roll to my side, look back at you as I am panting very heavily, resting my head tothe canavs that is just racing with my slamming heart, I am about to explode, the pain in my body is abother story as well. I proved that my style is superior, but at what cost? I feel a big void inside of me, I am not the one who intends to hurt like this or see the struggle urn into pain, but I can say that I enjoyed the thrill of this fight, you can see that on my smile, my smile that was the last effort I am trying to make, my body laying in an "X" position. I roll to my side, then slowly close my eyes, my noseis wide open inhaling air like a vaccuum... my bruises make me want to get away from my body, and my position on my back maks my chest raising and falling, could have the position to KO you, but I just don't feel like it, it's not me, about to sleep and pass out, but remind myself of how much I was struggling, how much yo gave me a hard time, how much you made me regret fighting you and how muchI will have to endure te next days physically and mentally, but hey, I am the winner today! I should enjoy the feeling, accomplishing this was amazing, especially against an iron fighter like you.

23:15 Kyle_Brood: At last you finally let go of my hand and collapse onto the canvas, leaving my entire body free for the very first time ever since I entered this ring. I had to give in and submit to you due to the overwhelming pain. Got close to victory and bruised you up, but you still proved yourself to be the better fighter tonight. And you proved that grappling is better, not to be underestimated with. But best when it’s mixed with strikes. The pain in my leg has started to soothe a bit but my arm still hurts from that armbar. I am sure you’re not having it easy either with all the bruises I had left on your torso. The tears on your face and the groans were telling me how hard you had pushed yourself in this match, definitely worth of the win. I will have to spend some next days resting on a bed due to my leg. But it was worth it, for the experience and knowledge I gained here today. For that I thank you. Turning to my side I look at you and softly say “You’re tough. Nice win..” and let out a deep breath, thinking about your sexy body and all the time it was in close contact with me. My breaths heavy and body covered in sweat, one hand massaging my shoulder

08:18 Amalia_Torres: Finally let my breathing stabilizes, slowly getting my head cooled down, trying to speak without getting interrupted with my pants, body still trembling, bruises about to kill me, still you could see the grin on y face through my hair as I am crawling above you like a cat "well... since your striking didn't work, maybe you could do it in another way" my devilish grin is still painted on my face as I settle up but on my knees, slowly rubbing my black bikini away from my crack, pushing it to the side, I walk again and face you with my back, slowly backing off as I try to spread your ankles with my hands... reaching to start rubbing my entrance with my two fingers. I get on my elbow with othe other arm then bend over, sticking my shaved slit in the air as my thighs and cheeks form a white heart. I turn around to look at you behind, still putting my elbow on the ground as a support for my head, my legs sway playfully up and down... my instinct is speaking for itself as I arch my back, my bruises almost touch the canvas of the ring, my breathing is gettingback to normal, my heart starts to beat slower and I finally, for the first time today, I can't hear the tempo of it in my ears.

09:04 Kyle_Brood: We both finally get time to recover some now that I have finally submitted. Looking to the side only to see a wide grin then feel your weight as you crawl over. First time seeing your body in this manner up this close, that ass near my face for me to grab. I breathe heavier and nod to your suggestion as you walk back over and I let you spread my ankles wider, watching the way your back arches and your thighs frame that pale heart shape against the canvas. Your bruised skin almost brushes the mat as you drop to your elbows and look back at me, legs swaying. I reach up, one hand sliding along the inside of your thigh, the other spanking and gripping the curve of your ass to keep you right where you are. My voice comes out low and steady. “Yeah. This way works better.” Watching your rub your clit, and arch your back, all ready for me. I cannot wait any longer. On one knee, slowly trying to get back up, my cock poking out of my black briefs which I pull down. Exposing my thick length, as it brushes against your inner thigh first and then your labia, exposed through the small opening your thong. Feeling the wetness, my one hand gripping your thigh as I thrust inside you. Making you feel my length for the first time as I take you.

09:16 Amalia_Torres: I giggle and smirk as you spank me, then notce you finally standing behind me, when I answer you "bith styles could win", you would align your rod into the petals of my entrance, after rubbing into my inner thigh, when I anticipate what is going to happen but as if I was not, only when you would slam it inside of me as I widen my eyes and howl looking at the canvas "oh...shit.. gawd". I lay my head into the canvas sticking my cheek there, when I would collide my tits as well, making it accessible for your shaft, slowly holding on the canvas and trying to slowly push myself forwards, slowly gliding away from you until the tip reaches my folds again... when I would back off another time slowly until your thighs touch my cheeks, my sensitive clit starts to get harder than when I was touching it, and my sex started to liquify, I moan closing my eyes out of pleasure, as I feel the meat wrapped by my petals as it wrestles it "MMM fuck... strike me! strike me!" my body steadies in a doggy position as I move forwards again but still in slow motions, waiting for you...

09:31 Kyle_Brood: The pain in my knee is overtaken by pleasure as soon as I feel your wet walls around my length. Letting out a loud moan, and looking down at your sexy body. That toned back carved with a gorgeous tattoo and then your thick ass that I was grabbing. I hear you howl as you push yourself forward. Backing again to let me penetrate you for a bit. I bite my lip looking down at you. Finally you steady down in the perfect position, I penetrate you again hard, like a battering ram. Letting out a moan “mhh fuck~” And grip your thigh tightly. Thrusting slow at first but rough, making you feel each thrust that I take. Feeling your wet walls rub around my length as I eventually start to thrust faster. I whimper with each motion and as you request I use my other hand to slap your ass hard, leaving a hand print. Then do it again, this time really feeling the muscles on muscle contact as the loud slap echoes through the room mixed with my whimpers and your moans. My fingers dig into your smooth skin, I don’t want you getting away this time~

09:49 Amalia_Torres: My clit would get harder than never as you RAM your shaft inside of me as it hits my end, feeling the hold on my thigh for leverage before starting to move yourself back and forth as the length is railing me, my ass jiggles after every smack, feeling the sting radiating when you pull back, without feeling I would start to hit myself back at you when your hard thrusts push me forwards, only for your grip makes me pull back into you to plap on your hips, the jiggle would reach my back as the smacking sound increases plap plap plap plap plap plap while my means get cut between them "Ahnnn ... nhhh .. ooohh..." your body thrusts into my flesh, my cheek leans squished into the canvas as I close my eyes and feel my climax building when you increase the pace into faster thrusts, striking me finally today to submission, your slaps sting on my flesh which makes my mind tense more, you wouldn't let me get away but who told you that I have the intention? my cheeks become wet from the pounding as some of my squirt starts to spatter, with the crisp chunky squelching sounds leaving airgaps in my entrance as you glide, thrust and pump into me.

09:50 Amalia_Torres:

10:10 Kyle_Brood: Your ass jiggles against my thighs with each thrust that I take. Pounding into you hard as I penetrate your walls one by one. Thrusting deeper, balls deep to be exact to make you feel my whole length inside of you. The sound of our bodies clapping and loud moans fill up the entire room and echo through it. Aiming to reach that sweet spot at the back of your insides, my tip brushing against the walls. I feel you get wetter, I thrust as fast as I can, letting of your ass to now massage your boobs with my hand. Trying to stimulate you. “F-fuck Amalia.. mff~” I moan and feel your walls squeeze around me length that is wrapped in your juices. You squirt out at last, leaking it all over my cock and letting it drip down onto the canvas. My cock throbs inside you leaking precum and I close my eyes, getting to the edge. I let go of your boobs now and grip your hair with my fingers, pulling on them. My breaths get heavier, body covered in sweat as I gasp for air. And after a few. thrusts my cock and balls tighten while deep inside you. I finally let go with a loud moan and whimper “mhh hnmn~” exploding inside you and shooting thick ropes of cum, painting your insides white. I fill you up completely and keep thrusting until my balls are completely drained. Pumping all white in you~

10:14 Kyle_Brood:

10:38 Amalia_Torres: My body would spasm after my climax, making me jerk and twicth as you drive my orgasm longer and smoother, when I feel you leaning forwards to me and reaching to my hard nipples, playing them as I squeal and eep at you, suddenly you would let go of them after seconds of play and stimulation, my face wants to flush down to handle the pleasure but you would grip on my dark hair pulling me back as I keep my mouth open with my eyes squinting when my mouth stays dropped, you would keep pounding me until you load massively inside, I flutter my eyes as I start slowly twerking my ass, letting your cum leak and drop as it makes a white waterfall from my gaping entrance... my waves subside and my body stops twitching, only for my breathing slowly drops as my ass does the same when I try moving forwards, wanting to rest on my stomach and let my body relax as well, I am making a puddle under me as my musky scent spreads around, with my cheeks covering my stretched slit, I slowly roll to the side planting my hip on the canvas, resting my head down, trying to find peace as my chest goes up and down again, my eyes close...

10:49 Kyle_Brood: I could feel your body twitching against my thighs as I pump inside you. At last your ass drops and so do I down back, pulling myself out of your wet warm pussy as I gasp for more air. I watch my cum leak out of your pussy and smile a lil, your ass dropping down as you move forward. Getting onto one elbow as I shift to my side, and slowly let myself down besides you. Adrenaline wearing down as the pain shoots up again, my cock stops throbbing and softens up. my chest heaving up and down to catch my breath, I look besides you. Fingers trailing over your bruises, as we both try to rest now. “Rest, It’s over now.” I say, having nothing left in the tank anymore My eyes closing off as I slowly drift away.

11:00 Amalia_Torres: end.