THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

22:48 Nikkita_Lyon: The lights dim low in this grimy, smoke-filled underground arena, the kind of place where blood stains the canvas and secrets stay buried. I stand alone in my corner of the steel cage, 5'10" and 177 pounds of coiled fury wrapped tight in my signature blue leotard, the fabric stretched across every hard-earned muscle, black boots laced to mid-calf. My dark hair is pulled back severe, eyes locked on the entrance ramp, jaw set like granite. The crowd—hundreds of high-rollers and degenerates packed shoulder-to-shoulder—chants my name in ragged waves, “Nikkita! Nikkita!” because they know what’s coming: one of us walks out the next breakout star of the fed, the other gets erased. I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, knuckles taped white, breathing slow and deep, every scar on my arms and shoulders a reminder that I’ve survived worse than you. This isn’t about pride anymore—it’s survival, and I’m ready to claw my way through you to keep what’s mine.

22:52 Nikkita_Lyon: The air feels heavier now, electric with the promise of violence. No referees, no disqualifications, no mercy—just NHB rules where the only limit is how much the other can take before they break. I’ve watched you dismantle that last 2 decade long reigning champion and fuck him like a fool out there tonight, seen the glee in your eyes when his career flatlined, and I know you think I’m next, that I’ll bend the knee or snap under your boot. But I didn’t claw to the top of this fed by folding. I challenged you right there in front of the wreckage because I’m done running from the threat—you want me under your thumb, part of your machine? Then come prove it. Winner takes all: the money, the spotlight, the future. I roll my shoulders, crack my neck, and stare straight through the haze toward your entrance. You’re 5'11, 187 pounds of arrogance in your pro gear, but size doesn’t scare me. I’m Nikkita Lyon, and tonight, in this cage, I end your streak—or you end mine.

22:52 Nikkita_Lyon:

22:58 Arman: The crowd quiets as I step out, hood up for a second before I toss it back. Lights hit me...5'7", lean and scarred, built from real fights. I stop at the ramp top, eyes locked on the cage where you're pacing.I raise the mic. You talk no mercy, NHB rules, breaking people. But the only thing breaking is your own hype. I didn't come to fold or snap. I'm here to take what's mine. I walk down slow, voice steady. you watched me drop that last champ? Good. You know what's coming. Claw your way up all you want...it just means you've had time to get comfortable. And comfortable gets you finished. I hit ringside, hop the apron, stare through the chain-link. Winner takes all? Money, lights, future? Done. I'll take it. You called me out over the wreckage. Now I'm here to end your run. I slip through the ropes, drop the hoodie. Black fight shorts, taped wrists, no shirt...every mark showing... Size doesn't scare you? Fine. Pain wins fights. Tonight you learn how much I got. I crack my knuckles, drop the mic with a thud.

22:58 Arman:

23:07 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref steps between us, hands raised to check for any hidden weapons or issues, his voice barking clear instructions over the crowd noise as he pats down both sides quick and firm. Satisfied, he nods once and backs away with a sharp wave, signaling the bell to ring loud and final, the match officially underway now. I circle slow to the left, eyes never leaving yours, boots scraping canvas as the tension builds thick in the air. We close the gap fast, arms shooting up to lock in a tight collar and elbow tie-up, foreheads almost touching while I drive forward hard with my legs, forcing you back step by step in the direction of the corner, muscles straining as we glare dead into each other. The crowd roars louder with every inch gained and lost, their energy feeding the standoff while we test strength and balance in this first real exchange.

23:14 Arman: The bell clangs sharp and we're on. I don't wait...i meet your circle with a step forward, boots planted, mirroring your left just enough to keep the angle bad for you. Arms snap up fast into the collar and elbow, my grip iron on your neck and tricep, foreheads bumping as you shove.You drive hard, legs pumping, trying to walk me back toward the corner...i feel the pressure, heels sliding an inch, then another, canvas burning under my soles.....crowd's screaming, feeding off it.But I don't give ground easy...i drop my hips low, widen my base, and counter-push...short, explosive bursts from my legs to stall your momentum....my right hand slides from your collar to the back of your neck, fingers digging in, yanking your head down a fraction to break your posture while my left arm hooks under your right elbow, prying it up to kill your leverage....we're locked chest-to-chest now, breathing hot and fast. I twist my hips sharp to the right, trying to spin you off-line and flip the pressure back toward the center. If you keep driving, I'll let you think you're winning for half a second...then sweep your lead leg with a quick low kick to buckle you and force the break.

23:31 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref hovers close watching every shift as our bodies stay glued in the tie up, sweat already starting to slick skin while the crowd noise swells into a constant roar. I feel your hips twist hard to spin me off balance and your base drop low to counter my push, the sudden change forcing me to adjust mid stride and lose half a step forward. I plant my feet wider to kill your spin attempt, chest heaving against yours as I drive my forehead into your collarbone to keep posture control and prevent the head yank from dropping me too far. Your left arm hooks under my elbow prying up but I flex hard through my shoulder and drop weight straight down to pin that arm tighter against my ribs, turning your leverage grab into dead weight while my legs coil for the next explosion. You commit to the twist and I let my body follow just enough to sell the momentum shift, then fire a sharp knee up into your midsection the instant your guard opens a fraction, driving air out in a hard grunt as my hands clamp around the back of your head to yank you forward and drop you face first across my rising shoulder in a vicious stunner that snaps your neck back and sends shock through the ring.

23:38 Arman: The knee slams home hard, right into the soft spot below my ribs...a sharp, wet HNNGH! rips out of me...hot air forced out in one ugly burst, body folding forward like a hinge as my abs clench uselessly against the fire spreading through my gut....vision swims for a split second, breath stolen clean, but my arms are already locked around your waist from instinct, clinging tight so you can't lift or follow through easy. I suck in a ragged half-breath through clenched teeth, tasting copper, and drop my weight low again...hips sinking, knees bending...to kill your posture....i plant my right foot behind me for leverage, then explode upward with a short, violent shoulder drive straight into your sternum, trying to shove you back half a step and create just enough space. At the same time, my left hand slides up fast to cup the back of your head, fingers digging into hair or scalp, yanking your face down while my right arm hooks under your armpit....i twist my whole body to the lef...sharp and sudden...using the grip to spin you off-balance toward the ropes or corner, hoping to sling you into them face-first or at least force you to break the clinch so I can gasp real air and reset....sweat pours, ribs screaming with every move, but I'm still glued to you, eyes burning up into yours through the pain haze. Not dropping... not yet. Come on...give me something to hit back with

23:48 Nikkita_Lyon: The knee connects clean but you clamp arms around my waist like a vice before I can follow up, your body folding forward yet refusing to drop as you suck in that ragged breath and plant low to counter. I feel the shift in your hips sinking weight down, killing my leverage just enough that my next push stalls mid-drive, boots scraping canvas while the crowd noise spikes into a fever pitch around us. Your shoulder explodes up into my sternum hard enough to shove me back half a step, air whooshing out of me in a sharp grunt as your hand clamps the back of my head and yanks down, twisting my body left toward the ropes. I resist the spin by dropping my own hips and planting my lead leg stiff, turning the momentum into a half-circle instead of a full sling, then snap my right elbow up quick to smash into the side of your jaw while my left arm snakes under your right to hook and pull you tighter against me, chest slamming chest again to smother your reset attempt. Sweat stings my eyes and my ribs throb from the earlier knee trade but I keep the clinch locked, breathing hot against your ear while I drive short, chopping knees into your thighs to weaken your base and force you to either break or eat more punishment before you can fully recover your wind.

23:58 Arman: The elbow cracks my jaw...CRACK...head snaps sideways, teeth clack, blood floods my mouth hot and thick. ..knees chop my thighs like blades, legs buckling deeper, base shaking...you're stronger, heavier in the clinch, owning the pace...I'm eating shots, body screaming to fold, breath still ragged from the gut knee....but I don't drop....arms locked tight around her waist, keeping her glued so no big follow-ups....i grunt sharp Ughhh taste iron, slide right hand to her neck base, fingers digging skull, yanking her head down to her shoulder to kill her next elbow or knee....i drop lower, squat-style, eat another thigh knee with a gritted unnngh! then explode forward: short, nasty upward headbutt, crown of forehead slamming under her chin to stun and steal a breath. Twist hips right...opposite her push...hook leg behind hers, try to hip toss and dump her to the mat for a break and air....chests slam, sweat mixes, grunting ragged in her ear with every hit taken....eyes locked...hurting bad, pissed, but not broken. Hunting that opening.

00:05 Nikkita_Lyon: The headbutt crashes up under my chin hard enough to rattle teeth and send stars bursting across my vision, a sharp metallic tang flooding my mouth as my head jerks back. Your leg hooks behind mine mid-stagger and the hip toss follows fast, twisting my body sideways so my back hits canvas with a heavy thud that knocks the wind out again, crowd exploding into a wall of noise while you land half on top still clinging tight. I dont wait for you to settle, legs snapping up to wrap around your waist in a quick guard as my right forearm drives straight up into your cheekbone once twice times in rapid succession, each smash snapping your head sideways while my left elbow loops over to grind into the side of your neck and jaw. Blood smears between us from split skin, my hips buck hard to create space and roll us so I can start climbing back to my feet or at least force you to eat more short vicious shots before you can pin or reset. Sweat drips stinging into cuts, ribs aching from every breath but adrenaline keeps the fire burning as I keep hammering forearms and elbows wherever I can reach your face, refusing to let you catch a clean break while the ref circles close watching for any opening to call it.

00:14 Arman: The forearms and elbows rain down on my face CRACK, CRACK cheekbone throbs hot, skin splits more, blood smears across both our faces in sticky streaks...my head snaps with each hit, vision blurring at the edges, a low Ughhh... fuck... grunts out between clenched teeth as another elbow grinds into my jaw, rattling everything.. you're bucking hips hard now, trying to roll us over, thighs squeezing my waist in that guard...i feel the shift coming, your body twisting sideways to flip me under you...i jam down hard..drop all my weight chest-first onto yours, hips pinning hers flat to the canvas to kill the roll before it starts....no space for her to bridge or turn. My left arm snakes under her right shoulder, hooking deep to control that side, while my right hand clamps the back of her head again, forearm pressing across her throat just enough to make breathing harder, not choking...yet....with her hips stalled and legs still trying to wrap tight, I twist my upper body left, plant my right knee on the mat beside her hip for base, and fire short, sharp punches down...right fist hammering into her exposed ribs once, twice, aiming under her guard where the earlier shoulder drive hurt her....not wild haymakers, just tight, nasty shots to make her flinch and loosen that guard squeeze....sweat and blood drip from my face onto hers, breath coming in ragged gasps Hngh... stay down... eyes locked through the haze, refusing to give you the top spot...if you keep fighting the pin, I'll keep feeding you those body shots until something gives.

00:19 Nikkita_Lyon: The punches land heavy into my ribs, each one driving fresh fire through the already bruised spot from your earlier shoulder, body jerking with a sharp hiss as air gets forced out again and my guard tightens instinctively around my side. Your weight crashes down chest to chest, pinning my hips flat and killing the roll before it gains traction, your knee planted solid beside me while that forearm presses across my throat making every inhale shallower and hotter, blood and sweat mixing in sticky rivulets between our faces as the crowd noise surges into a deafening wave. I twist hard under you, left arm shoving at your hooked shoulder while my right hand claws up to rake fingers across your split cheek and eye, trying to blind or distract just enough to create a sliver of space. Legs still locked around your waist squeeze tighter in a sudden burst, hips bucking upward to bridge and throw your balance forward over my head, forcing your punches to glance off ribs instead of sinking deep while I roll us sharply to the right toward the ropes, aiming to trap you against them or at least force the ref to step in if we tangle there. Breath burns ragged in my lungs but adrenaline keeps the fight alive, eyes never leaving yours through the crimson haze as I keep grinding elbows into your ribs in return whenever your weight shifts, refusing to stay pinned flat while the canvas soaks up more of our mixed blood and the ref hovers inches away watching every brutal exchange.

00:30 Arman: The squeeze tightens like a vice around my waist...ribs burning, air forced out in a broken Hnnngh... ahhh fuck... as pain rips through my sides. Blood drips from my cheek, stinging the raked eye even more. ...she's bucking and twisting hard right, trying to roll us toward the ropes. I feel her hips lift, guard straining to flip me under.I slam my weight down heavier...chest crushing hers flat, killing the roll before it builds. Through blood and grit, voice low and wrecked right in her face, words slurring out broken... I... told you... we'd do striking stuff... As she keeps fighting the pin and twisting, I snap my right hand up fast...thumb and fingers jamming straight into your right eye socket, pressing hard and precise, forcing your head back, breaking your focus, making your flinch or loosen the legs just a fraction...left arm stays hooked deep under your shoulder, pinning that side down. Forehead grinds into yours...sweaty, bloody...stopping her from bridging clean while I hunt for any give in her guard....breath ragged, body screaming, but eyes stay locked through the blur. Not letting you flip this, not yet

00:33 Nikkita_Lyon: The eye rake hits vicious and sudden, thumb digging deep into the socket with burning pressure that forces my head snapping back hard and a sharp hiss ripping through clenched teeth as vision flares white for a heartbeat. Your forehead grinds down crushing mine, weight pinning heavier to smother the bridge attempt while that hooked arm keeps my right shoulder trapped flat against canvas, ribs screaming louder with every failed twist toward the ropes as the crowd noise crashes like thunder overhead. I blink through the stinging blur and fire back fast, left hand clawing up to clamp over your face palm-first, fingers spreading to shove your head sideways and block your vision while my right leg hooks higher around your lower back to yank your hips down tighter against mine. Hips explode upward in a violent shrimp bridge anyway, using the momentary flinch from the eye pressure to create just enough space, then I roll hard left again driving my shoulder into your chest to force us tumbling sideways toward the bottom rope, legs still squeezing to drag you along and tangle us both against the cables where the ref starts barking warnings about using them. Sweat and blood pour in thick streaks down my face mixing with yours as we hit the ropes hard, my body half under half over yours now while I keep hammering short forearm shots into your temple and jaw whenever your weight shifts, refusing to let the pin settle clean or give you a second to breathe easy while the ref hovers shouting for us to break if we stay wrapped there too long.

00:41 Arman: The squeeze is crushing...legs like steel bands around my waist, ribs grinding with every breath I force out in a low, pained Hnnngh... shit... Blood from my cheek drips onto her lips, mixing with sweat as she bucks and rolls us hard toward the ropes. The cables dig into my back when we hit, ref already barking "Break! Ropes!" but neither of us listens yet....i feel you're trying to shrimp out, hips lifting, guard straining to flip me under. My weight stays heavy...chest smashed down on yours, hips pinning hers flat against the canvas so she can't bridge clean. The ref's warnings get louder, inches away, but I use the tangle....i grind down harder, letting my hips press flush against hers in the scramble...close enough that every twist feels raw, intimate, the heat of our bodies locked together in the mess of sweat and blood....my left arm stays hooked under her shoulder, pinning it, while my right hand slides up quick from her eye to clamp over her mouth and nose for a split second...just enough to muffle her breath and force her head back against the rope. Through gritted teeth, voice wrecked and low right against her ear: I told you... we'd do striking stuff... not this grinding bullshit... As she thrashes, I shift my hips sharp...short, deliberate roll of my pelvis against hers to disrupt her guard squeeze and make her flinch, buying a half-second. Then I fire two quick, tight elbows down into her exposed ribs (same bruised spot from earlier), not full power but nasty enough to make her hiss and loosen the legs a fraction. Ref finally steps in, hands prying at our arms Break! Break now! forcing the separation. I roll off slow, staggering to my knees, wiping blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. Chest heaving, eyes locked on hers through the haze, body aching but still wired. I push up to my feet first, backing toward center ring, gesturing her up with a bloody smirk. "Come on... stand up. Let's see if you can actually strike inste

00:43 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref wedges between us finally prying arms apart with rough shoves and sharp commands to break clean, the ropes still biting into my back as your weight peels off slow and deliberate. I suck in a deep ragged breath the instant the pressure lifts, ribs throbbing hot where those elbows landed again, blood smeared across my lips from yours while I roll to my side and push up to one knee, eyes never dropping from that bloody smirk as you stagger back to center gesturing me up. I rise steady despite the fire in my side, wiping my mouth with the back of my forearm leaving a fresh red streak, boots planted wide as I shake out my arms and circle in slow toward you again. The crowd noise swells back into a roaring wall feeding off the brief separation, every scar and bruise on display under the lights while I crack my neck once and close the gap fast, feinting high with my left shoulder before dropping low to shoot for your legs in a sudden double-leg takedown attempt, aiming to drive my shoulder into your gut and lift you off your feet to slam you back down hard on the canvas. My hands clamp tight around the backs of your thighs, head tucked against your hip as I explode forward with everything left in my legs, trying to fold you at the waist and take you crashing to the mat where I can start mounting ground and pound before you recover your wind or scramble away again.

00:57 Arman: The double-leg hits hard...your shoulder slams my gut, ripping a deep, hot Oomphhh! from my throat as air blasts out, body folding over her back. Ribs flare, legs buckle half a step....you clamped on my thighs, head tucked, driving to lift and slam. I drop hips low and heavy, crashing weight onto your shoulders to stall the lift. Hands shoot down... one clamping your neck base, fingers digging skull to control your head; the other hooking her waist, pulling hips flush against mine in the scramble...sweat-slick, raw heat where we're ground together, every twist feeling close and desperate....breath ragged against her ear Close enough... yet? I twist hips left sharp, off-balancing her drive, then drop short knees into her ribs...tight, precise... one, two, targeting the bruised spot, each forcing a grunt if it lands. Right leg hooks her lead knee, yanking to sweep while I shove forward with chest....trying to topple us sideways to the mat, me on top or breaking her grip for a reset. Blood drips from my lip onto her shoulder, body burning, but glued tight...eyes locked down through the tangle. Not going down easy.

01:00 Nikkita_Lyon: The double leg drive folds you forward but your weight crashes down heavy stalling the lift as knees drop sharp into my ribs forcing short grunts with each hit to the same bruised spot. Blood from your lip smears hot across my shoulder while I keep my head tucked tight against your hip refusing to let go even as the pain flares deeper through my side. I explode upward with a sudden head snap driving my forehead hard into the underside of your chin to rattle your teeth and steal your balance for a heartbeat. Hands release your thighs just long enough to fire two quick uppercuts straight up into your solar plexus then a vicious hook across your jaw snapping your head sideways as I shove off to create space and stagger back to my feet breathing ragged. Sweat flies off us both as I circle fast wiping blood from my mouth eyes locked on yours through the haze refusing to let the strikes slow while the crowd roars louder feeding off every brutal exchange in the center of the ring.

01:07 Arman: The uppercuts slam into my solar plexus...hard, deep. A choked Ooomphhh! bursts out, hot and wet, as my abs cave in and air vanishes again. Then the hook cracks across my ja...sharp CRACK...head whips sideways, teeth clack together, fresh blood floods my mouth instantly...i stagger back two steps, lips split wide, blood spilling over my bottom lip in thick drops. It rolls down my chin, hits my chest, soaks into the already sweat-drenched shirt...red streaks mixing with dark wet patches, fabric clinging heavy and sticky to my skin...i hit the corner hard, back against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the top ropes for support. Chest heaving in ragged, burning gasps...each inhale a sharp hiss, ribs throbbing like fire. Blood drips from my lips

01:09 Nikkita_Lyon: The crowd erupts into a deafening roar as I see you stagger back into the corner arms draped over the ropes chest heaving with those ragged bloody gasps. I explode forward without hesitation boots pounding canvas in a full sprint closing the distance in three strides before launching off my lead foot driving a running knee straight up under your chin hard enough to snap your head back against the turnbuckle with a sickening crack that echoes through the arena. I dont let the impact settle instead I press in tight chest to chest pinning your arms wide against the ropes while my right hand clamps the back of your neck to hold you upright. Left knee fires up fast and vicious into your liver once twice three times each shot digging deep under your ribs targeting that soft spot to fold your body sideways with every brutal connection forcing sharp wet grunts out of you as pain radiates through your core and legs start to buckle beneath the assault. Sweat and blood mix in thick rivulets running down both our faces my breathing heavy but controlled eyes locked on yours through the haze refusing to back off while the ref hovers close shouting warnings about the ropes but the strikes keep coming short and nasty until your body slumps heavier against the turnbuckle threatening to give way completely under the relentless liver punishment.

01:17 Arman: The running knee slams under my chin CRACK head snaps back against the turnbuckle, teeth rattling....she presses in tight, chest smashing mine, her breasts firm against me through sweat-soaked fabric, heat radiating raw and close....right hand clamps my neck, holding me up. Left knee fires vicious into my liver...once, twice, three times...each dig deep with a wet thud. Broken, Mmmmmfff... fuck... ahhh... rips from my throat, pain exploding through my core, legs buckling....blood surges from the trauma, spilling thick from my lips, running down my chin, soaking my chest, then trailing warm into my jeans waistband.My body folds sideways, head drops heavy onto her shoulder, forehead against her neck. Ragged, burning breaths pour hot and shaky right into her ear...deep gasps brushing her skin, trembling close.....sweat and blood mix between us, bodies locked electric, intimate. My weight slumps harder against her, eyes half-lidded in haze, barely hanging on.

01:23 Nikkita_Lyon: Pressing tighter chest to chest as your body slumps heavy against me forehead dropping onto my shoulder with those ragged hot breaths brushing my neck. I hook both arms under your shoulders gripping tight then explode upward lifting your dead weight off the canvas just enough to twist sharp and slam you sideways onto the mat with a heavy thud that shakes the ropes your side hitting first ribs exposed and vulnerable under the lights. I drop down fast straddling your waist pinning you sideways while my left knee drives hard into your liver again and again short vicious shots digging deep each one forcing wet broken grunts from your lips blood bubbling thicker from your mouth trailing down your chin onto the canvas. The crowd roars deafening feeding off the relentless punishment as I shift forward kneeling over your upper body one hand clamping the side of your face shoving it flat to the mat to keep you from turning away while my right elbow rears back and drills straight down into your sternum once twice three times hammering with full weight behind each strike aiming to crush air from your lungs and shatter whatever fight remains in your core. Sweat pours off me in sheets mixing with your blood on my skin eyes locked on your half-lidded haze through the crimson blur refusing to ease up as the ref hovers close barking for a check but the elbows keep coming short nasty and precise until your body starts to go limp beneath me every breath shallower every twitch weaker under the crushing assault.

01:29 Arman: The running knee slams under my chin CRACK head snaps back against the turnbuckle, teeth rattling. She presses tight, chest to chest, her breasts firm against mine through sweat-soaked fabric, heat raw and close....right hand clamps my neck, holding me up. Left knee fires into my liver...once, twice, three times...each dig deep with a wet thud. Soft, broken HNNGH... fuck... ahhh... rips from my throat, pain exploding through my core, legs buckling...blood surges from the trauma, thick streams spilling from my lips, running down my chin, soaking my chest, then trailing warm into my jeans waistband...my body folds sideways, head drops heavy onto her shoulder, forehead against her neck. Ragged, burning breaths pour hot and shaky into her ear...deep, trembling gasps brushing her skin....sweat and blood mix between us, bodies locked electric, intimate. My weight slumps harder against her, eyes half-lidded in haze, barely hanging on.Ref shouting rope warnings.

01:31 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref wedges in hard barking rope break over and over until I finally ease off stepping back one deliberate pace chest still heaving as sweat and your blood streak down my front in warm rivulets. I watch you slump heavier against the turnbuckle half-lidded eyes glazed body folding sideways with those shallow trembling breaths rasping out lips split wide and crimson pooling on the canvas beneath you the crowd noise dropping to a tense hungry murmur sensing the shift. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand smearing more red across my knuckles then circle slow eyes locked on your wrecked form refusing to rush the finish but not backing down either. Boots plant wide shoulders rolling once to shake off the ache in my ribs as I crack my neck and step closer again voice low and rough cutting through the haze just loud enough for you to hear come on Arman you still breathing or is that it already showing the damage is deep but the fire in my gut says theres more to take before this ends. The ref hovers between us hands raised checking your state while I stand ready fists loose at my sides breathing steady despite the burn waiting for you to push off the ropes or drop for good the arena lights harsh on every cut and bruise between us the tension thick enough to choke on as the crowd starts chanting my name again building slow and savage, making my juices stir inside me clit.

01:38 Arman: The ref finally backs off, giving space. I push up from the turnbuckle slow, arms shaking, body heavy as hell. Every inch hurts...liver on fire, sternum crushed, breath short and wet. My shirt is soaked through with sweat and blood, clinging tight to my skin. The buttons have popped open one by one from the slams and twists...now completely undone, hanging loose, exposing my chest and abs streaked red and glistening. I stagger forward, boots scraping, dazed, almost finished...legs trembling, head spinning, vision blurry crimson. But rage keeps me moving. I raise my right fist slow, knuckles split and bloody, aiming for your face. The punch is coming...weak, desperate, but it's there because I'm fucking furious....voice rasps out, broken and slurred, just for you: Wh-What... d...did you... say...? Fist swings forward—slow, telegraphed, power barely there...but straight at your jaw, trying to connect anything.

01:42 Arman:

01:47 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref circles close barking checks as you stagger forward hanging, blood and sweat streaking your exposed chest abs heaving with every shallow wet breath. I step in smooth meeting your slow desperate swing my left forearm rising just enough to block the weak punch at my jaw letting your knuckles glance off harmless while my right hand snaps up fast gripping a fistful of your hair yanking your head back sharp to keep your eyes on mine and force your body upright before it can slump again. I drive short stiff jabs into your ribs once twice targeting the same fire spots from earlier then shift lower punching quick into your lower abs and armpits each one landing with a dull thud that forces sharp hisses from your lips. This isn't to KO you instantly but take you out slowly once jab at a time. My back stays turned to the ref blocking his line of sight as he tries to edge around us shouting for a closer look while I keep the grip tight in your hair twisting just enough to hold you steady refusing to let you drop or fold completely the crowd noise building savage as they sense the slow deliberate breaking. Your legs tremble harder vision blurring but I dont let go firing another stick punch into your chest then one more into the ribs pulling your head up again whenever your knees start to buckle voice low and rough against your ear come on "Arman you wanted striking stuff right this is it keep those eyes open."

01:58 Arman: My eyes lift slow, dazed, locking straight into yours as you grip my hair tight, yanking my head back. The pull hurts, but I'm too weak to break your hold...fingers twitch uselessly, grip slipping before it starts.Your short jabs land one after another. First rib shot..dull thud. A weak, broken mmfff... escapes, hot and wet, pain flaring sideways through my side. Eyes stay on yours, pain-filled, glassy, refusing to look away...Second rib jab... sharper. Hnn... ughhh... rasps out low, voice cracking, body jerking. Still staring into your eyes, painfully, burning....then lower...lower abs hit. Mmffff... grunts deep from my gut, air punched out, knees dipping. Eyes locked on yours the whole time, desperate, hurting, angry. Armpit punch..quick sting. Ahk... fff... weak hiss, shoulder flinching. Hurtful eyes still fixed on you, not blinking, not dropping.Chest punch...sternum crunch. Hhhnnn... ragged exhale, chest caving. Eyes stay glued to yours, full of pain, pleading and furious... try to hug you and whisper uhmmm Y...You're Ha..hurting meee uhh

02:01 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref keeps circling trying to get a clean view but I pivot my body to shield him using my frame to block line of sight while my fist stays locked tight in your hair yanking your head back harder to keep those glassy pain-filled eyes forced up into mine. I drag you slow around the ring boots scraping canvas your staggering steps barely keeping up as blood trails from your split lips down your open shirt soaking the mat in dark streaks the crowd roaring savage rising to their feet as I parade your wrecked body like a trophy showing every high-roller and degenerate just how far the once-arrogant Arman has fallen tonight nothing left but trembling legs and broken rasps. I stop us center ring twisting your head sideways for the lights to catch every cut and bruise then fire sharp knees up into your inner thighs left right left each one slamming deep into the soft meat forcing your legs to buckle wider with wet thuds and choked grunts spilling from your throat. My free hand snaps down fast punching quick tight fists into the same spots alternating knee and knuckle driving the pain higher until your knees finally give completely body sagging heavy against my grip only my hold in your hair keeping you from collapsing flat as the crowd noise hits fever pitch feeding off the slow deliberate destruction. Sweat pours stinging into my eyes mixing with your blood on my skin but I dont ease the yank keeping your face tilted up so the arena sees every flicker of agony in those locked eyes refusing to let you hide or drop voice low and rough cutting through the chaos "thats it Arman? show them how much you can take before its over."

02:12 Arman: fist still knotted in my hair, yanking my head back harder. My glassy eyes stay forced up into hers...painful, begging, but too weak to pull free.You start dragging me slow around the ring. Boots scrape weakly, legs barely holding. Blood trails from my lips, soaking my open shirt, dripping dark on the canvas. Crowd roars savage. Knee slams into my left inner thigh...deep thud. Hhhnn... ahh... pathetic whimper slips out, leg buckling wider, pain shooting up.Right thigh knee harder. Ughhh... mmfff... broken gasp, knees trembling bad, body sagging more.Left again...soft meat crushed. Nngh... Sto... weak choke, tears mixing with sweat, eyes locked on hers, full of hurt.She stops center ring, twists my head sideways for lights to catch every bruise. Free hand snaps down....quick punch to same thigh spot. Ahk... hnn... soft hiss, leg giving.Alternating knee-knuckle now. Knee left thigh Mmmfff... weakpathetic moan. Punch right thigh.... Ugh... fff... ragged exhale.Knees finally collapse completely. Body drops heavy, only her grip in my hair keeps me from flat collapse. Legs useless, trembling, chest heaving shallow. You yanks my face up again, voice low rough in my ear: Eyes still locked on yours...hurt, defeated. Voice comes out broken, weak, slurred, barely audible... W...what... do you... want... from me... my stomach... hurts... so much... Eyes still locked on yours...glassy, pain-filled, pleading...body limp, trembling, only your hand in my hair

02:16 Nikkita_Lyon: The crowd noise hits a fever pitch as I tighten my grip in your hair yanking your limp body upright one last time your glassy pleading eyes still locked on mine through the haze of tears sweat and blood. I step in close chest pressing against your back sliding my arms around your waist from behind locking them tight in a crushing bear hug fingers digging into my own fists to cinch deeper ribs compressing your already battered core forcing a wet choked gasp from your lips as your head lolls back against my shoulder. I plant my feet wide hips driving forward explosive lifting your dead weight clean off the canvas legs dangling useless then arch back hard slamming you down in a brutal suplex your shoulders and upper back crashing canvas first with a thunderous impact that shakes the ring posts and sends shockwaves through your spine. The bridge holds for a heartbeat your body arched painfully over mine before I roll through keeping the squeeze locked refusing to release as I grind down crushing air from your lungs and deepening every ache in your ribs liver and thighs your shallow ragged breaths turning into broken whimpers against my ear while I hold you there pinned and trembling just on the edge of blackout refusing to let the fight end clean yet as I suddenly release you and roll up to a knee with you sprawled out in between me and the ref. Sweat pours off us both mixing with the dark pools of your blood on the mat, voice low and rough in your ear "thats what I want Arman everything you thought you could take from me now give it all up" as the ref drops close checking your eyes for the thousandth time the arena lights harsh on your wrecked open-mouthed face every shallow heave of your chest proof you're still clinging but fading fast under the relentless pressure.

02:25 Arman: The grip yanks me upright one last time, glassy pleading eyes locked on hers through the blur.She steps behind, chest pressing my back hard. Arms lock around my waist in a crushing bear hug...squeezing ribs tight.Wet choked HNNGH... ahhh... forces out, air gone. Head lolls back, lips brushing her neck..hot trembling breath on her skin. She lifts explosive, legs dangling. Arches back...brutal suplex. Shoulders crash canvas with thunderous THUD, shock ripping spine. She rolls through, keeps squeezing, grinding air from lungs. Ribs, liver, thighs burn deeper. Broken whimpers against her ear mmfff... ughhh... hnnn.. weak, pathetic, fading. She releases sudden. I sprawl limp between her and ref, chest heaving shallow. Voice rasps out, broken, pathetic, barely audible: F...fuck... off...

02:31 Nikkita_Lyon: I rise up and I circle once deliberate boots scraping canvas eyes tracing every tremble in your wrecked frame blood-smeared shirt hanging open ribs bruised purple under the lights the crowd noise dropping to a low hungry buzz sensing the deliberate cruelty still coming. I drop down fast grabbing a fistful of your hair again yanking your head up and back to arch your spine painfully then hook my arm deep between your legs scooping under your groin while my other hand clamps your shoulder lifting your entire body clean off the mat in one smooth powerful motion. I lunge forward driving out hard slamming your back down across my outstretched knee in a vicious backbreaker the impact bending you backward over my thigh with a deep creaking groan from your spine that echoes through the ring your head and legs dangling limp on either side ribs flaring wide exposed and helpless. I hold you draped there controlled not letting the bend snap anything permanent but pushing just far enough that every shallow breath forces a wet whimper from your lips then drive short vicious elbows straight down into your waistband one after another precise and measured each one sinking deep under your bladder as pain radiates outward in waves. My free hand presses your chin down harder keeping your head pinned low while I grind the elbow in slow circles widening the fire in your core voice low against your ear "feel that Arman every inch of fight you had left bending right here until you give me what I want" the ref hovering close but not calling it yet the arena thick with tension as your body arches tighter trembling on the edge of total collapse.

02:42 Arman: The backbreaker slams me down...spine creaks on her knee, body bent back, head and legs dangling limp. Ribs flare wide, exposed.She holds me draped. Every breath rips a wet whimper mmfff... hnnn... weak, pathetic. Elbows drive into my waistband—deep, sinking. "Ughhh... ahhh fuck..." choked out, pain waves radiating.When she hooked between my legs, forearm crushed my groin..balls ached sharp, legs twitched. Nngh... Uhhh... weak grunt, eyes watering. Stretched over her knee, arched painful, I force my head up to look into her eyes, confused, betrayed, asking why. Voice rasps, slurred, broken, barely sounds Th...this... was... a fistfight... you bitch... you're just... throwing wrestling moves... Eyes stay locked on yours hurting, angry, pleading without words.

02:45 Nikkita_Lyon: The backbreaker leaves your spine arched tight over my knee every shallow breath forcing another wet whimper from your cracked lips as your head lolls back and your legs dangle useless. I hold the bend just long enough for the creak to echo through the ring then shove you forward hard dumping your limp body face-down onto the canvas with a heavy thud blood and sweat pooling beneath, the crowd erupting into a savage wave as they see the once-cocky Arman reduced to trembling wreckage. I flip you to your back, drop fast straddling your chest knees pinning your arms wide against the mat while my fists rear back and start the ground and pound hammering down in controlled vicious rhythm left right left right each punch cracking across your cheekbone jaw temple splitting skin wider and sending fresh crimson spraying across both our faces. Your head snaps side to side with every impact eyes glazing further lips parting in broken grunts and whimpers as I batter the bridge of your nose your orbital ridges your mouth driving knuckle after knuckle into soft flesh until your face swells purple and bloody beneath me refusing to let up until the ref lunges in shouting checks and warnings but I keep the rhythm steady controlled punishing every inch of defiance left in those pleading angry eyes. Sweat drips from my brow mixing with your blood on my fists as I lean in close breathing heavy against your ruined ear voice low and rough through the roar "thats right Arman this is what you asked for no rules no mercy just you breaking under me until theres nothing left to give" the ref hovering inches away ready to call it but I hold the position fists cocked waiting for one more twitch one more rasp before deciding if the lights finally go out on your streak tonight.

02:54 Arman: The punches rain down...left, right, left..each one cracking across my cheekbone, jaw, temple. Head snaps side to side with every hit, skin splitting wider, fresh blood spraying.First punch to cheek dull CRACK. Ughhh... weak grunt, vision blurring more.Second to jaw...sharp thud. Hnn... mmfff... broken whimper, lips parting, blood bubbling. Third punch lands hard on temple...body jerks, eyes glaze completely. Voice rasps out, slurred, pathetic, barely audible through the haze: Ok... okay... it... its... enough... Head lolls, arms limp under her knees, chest heaving shallow, face swollen purple and bloody. Eyes half-shut, pleading, no fight left.Ref still hovering, shouting checks.

02:57 Nikkita_Lyon: The punches slow then stop the instant those broken words rasp out enough enough your head lolling sideways face a swollen purple mask of blood and bruises lips parted in shallow ragged breaths. I sit heavy on your chest knees still pinning your limp arms wide my weight pressing down just enough to keep you flat against the canvas while my fists hover cocked but unmoving sweat dripping from my brow onto your ruined cheek mixing with the crimson trails running into your open mouth. The ref freezes mid-shout hands half-raised speechless for the first time tonight eyes darting between your glazed half-shut pleading stare and my locked unblinking gaze as the reality sinks in that the fight just ended not by knockout or tap but by those quiet defeated words. The crowd erupts into a deafening chaotic wave some roaring my name in savage triumph others stunned into silence or shouting for the bell the arena lights harsh on every drop of blood every tremble in your chest every flicker of what used to be defiance now gone completely from your eyes. I lean down slow breathing heavy against your ear voice low rough and final "Arman, are you just lying here broken under me while they all watch what happens when you push too far and meet someone who pushes harder?" I stay seated there chest rising and falling in sync with your shallow heaves neither of us moving as the ref finally finds his voice calling for the bell ringing sharp and final the match over the streak ended the future claimed the crowd noise swallowing everything else in a roaring tide of release and finality.

03:04 Arman: The punches stop cold the moment the words slip out. My head lolls sideways, face a swollen purple mess of blood and bruises, lips parted in shallow, ragged breaths. She sits heavy on my chest, knees pinning my limp arms wide, weight pressing me flat. Fists hover cocked but still, sweat dripping from her brow onto my ruined cheek, mixing with crimson trails running into my open mouth. I force my glazed eyes up to hers, pleading, defeated.Voice rasps out...broken, slurred, pathetic, barely above a whisper between wet gasps: Ye... yeah... I'm... done... it hurts... so much... let... me... go... please... Chest heaves shallow, trembling, no strength left to fight the pin or the words.

03:10 Nikkita_Lyon: The ref lunges in fast hands grabbing at my shoulders shouting time break its over but I shove him back hard elbow driving into his chest knocking him stumbling sideways as the crowd noise spikes into chaos some cheering the defiance others screaming for the bell. I drop low gripping a fistful of your matted bloody hair yanking your swollen face up sharp forcing those glazed pleading eyes to meet mine one last time through the haze of pain and defeat your lips trembling on that broken please. I plant my feet wide hips twisting explosive driving a massive uppercut straight up from the canvas fist crashing under your chin with a sickening crack that snaps your head back hard teeth clacking together fresh blood spraying in an arc as your body jerks limp then slumps forward again only my grip in your hair keeping your upper half from collapsing flat. The impact echoes through the arena your jaw hanging slack eyes rolling back for a heartbeat before fluttering half-open again shallow wet gasps bubbling through split lips while I hold you there dangling refusing to let the ref close in yet voice low rough cutting through the roar - "You dont get to beg after everything you started Arman not until I say its done." Sweat and blood drip from my fist onto your chest your open shirt soaked dark as your trembling frame hangs in my grasp the ref scrambling back to his feet yelling for security now but the crowd is on its feet roaring a wall of sound swallowing his calls the lights harsh on every bruise every drop of crimson every flicker of what little fight remains in you as I keep your head tilted up making sure the whole arena sees the final breaking before I decide whether to drop you for good or drag this out one more agonizing second.

03:22 Arman: The uppercut lands clean—CRACK—chin explodes back, teeth clack, fresh blood sprays in an arc. Body jerks limp, head snaps, vision whites out for a second. I dangle there in her grip, hair yanked, jaw slack, legs useless, chest heaving shallow wet gasps. Blood bubbles from split lips, dripping down open shirt, soaking everything dark red. Eyes roll half-back, then flutter open barely—glazed, empty, no fight left. Face ruined, swollen purple, trembling. Voice comes out...pathetic, slurred, broken whisper, barely audible through the roar: P...please... no more... I'm... done... it hurts... everywhere... let... go... Head drops forward, body sags completely, only her hand in my hair keeping me from flat collapse. No twitch, no push, no defiance just limp, defeated wreck.Eyes half-shut, staring at nothing now. Ref screaming, security rushing, bell finally rings sharp over the chaos..match over. I stay down, broken, finished.

03:26 Nikkita_Lyon: The bell clangs sharp and final cutting through the roaring chaos as the ref finally shoves between us his hands grabbing my wrist to raise my arm high in victory. I step quick to your right planting my boot hard across your swollen ruined face sole pressing down firm on your cheek and jaw pinning your head flat to the canvas blood smearing warm under my tread as I flex my foot upward just enough to grind the pressure in deeper forcing a last wet muffled whimper from your split lips your body twitching once then going completely still beneath me. The crowd explodes deafening waves crashing from every corner of the arena some chanting my name in savage triumph others stunned silent or screaming in disbelief as lights flash harsh across the scene your limp form sprawled open-shirted chest barely rising in shallow heaves face crushed purple and crimson under my boot the ref still holding my arm aloft shaking it like a trophy while security hovers at ringside unsure whether to intervene yet. I keep the pin steady weight balanced eyes sweeping the sea of faces then dropping back to yours half-shut and vacant staring at nothing voice low rough carrying just over the noise thats the end Arman no more begging no more fight just you under my foot where you belong as the roar swallows everything the victory sealed complete and brutal in the center of the ring. Sweat drips from my brow landing on your bloodied chest mixing with the dark pools already soaking the canvas my breathing heavy but controlled shoulders rolling once to shake off the ache while I hold the pose long enough for every camera every degenerate in the seats to burn the image forever the ref finally lowering my arm but I dont move my boot staying planted flexing again slow and deliberate until your shallow gasps turn even weaker the message clear this isnt mercy this is ownership the streak broken the future mine and your defeat displayed raw for the whole world to see.

03:26 Nikkita_Lyon:

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03:29 Arman: ~finished