Women’s Martial Arts Championship

12:49 Savage_Sophie: !set @Savage_Sophie Head 25
@Savage_Sophie's HEAD is set to 25 / 25

12:49 Savage_Sophie: !set @Savage_Sophie Body 30
@Savage_Sophie's BODY is set to 30 / 30

13:06 Buttons: !set body 45
@Buttons's BODY is set to 45 / 45

13:06 Buttons: !set head 35
@Buttons's HEAD is set to 35 / 35

13:11 Savage_Sophie: I look around the dojo, noticing the stains on the tatami from various bloodlettings and emissions of bodily fluids... Wearing my Muay Thai gear, though I'm prepared for kickboxing or karate rules if my opponent prefers. All that matters to me is the chance to fight! I've been waiting long enough, and I'm hungry for a chance to prove myself! Aside from a brief stint in Taekwondo, I haven't trained much in martial arts that use belt rank systems, so I'm a little unfamiliar with the territory, but I'm excited to gain some experience and learn some new tricks. That's when my eyes drift to a very slight young woman standing opposite me on the tatami... The makeup certainly makes an impression... "Wait, I thought I was supposed to be fighting the Turkish karateka... who is this clown?"

13:11 Savage_Sophie: Yt

13:17 Buttons: It's not like my record is clean, exactly, but the win I do have under my belt was a quite embarrassing underdog upset, and my other performances have still left an impression on some of the league organisers. That's what led me to being the go-to parachute in option when the schedule had a last minute mixup. Send in the clowns, so they say. I'm built like a pipsqueak, clad in showy makeup, even a collar with jingling bells. But I look no less confident than any karateka you might find yourself opposite. I give you a grin and as I get set, a curtsy of greeting, before popping up my fists in something more or less like a loose boxer's stance, orthodox. Ready to give you an attentive greeting!

13:17 Buttons: yt

13:19 Savage_Sophie: (Calling the coin flip: heads)

13:20 Savage_Sophie: !coin
Flip the coin.... tails!

13:28 Buttons: The small set of onlookers around the edges of the dojo are chattering and staring curiously, the organizers and referees satisfied, and no one else seeming worried about your confusion facing my good self... it seems like the stage is set! I bounce excitedly from one foot to the other in the last few seconds, like an engine revving up, sounding like christmas time as my collar jingles. Then there's a heavier sound, a much greater bell somewhere. Just like that, in a blur of motion, I pounce out. Movements fast but graceful, more an acrobat than a fighter's approach, distance closes fast. Swishing side to side, I maneuver to get within range, and start the process quickly. Hips twist, heel turns, right leg cuts out fast in a whipping kick towards your lead leg to slow you down... recoiling back to my chest and immediately stabbing out a high teep kick up toward your chin!

13:28 Buttons: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. BODY down to 21.

13:28 Buttons: !quick head
My quick move connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 2 = 3 damage. HEAD down to 22.

13:28 Buttons: yt

13:41 Savage_Sophie: You curtsy before me, and I coo "Aww" in response, realizing that you are to be my opponent for this match. You're significantly smaller than me, but that only counts for so much in Muay Thai. You look nimble and agile, so I'm expecting quite an arsenal of moves from you. I give a respectful bow, in place of the series of deep bows I would typically give before a traditional Muay thai match... But I get the sense this is one of those "modern" dojos... In any case, I can sense the thronging of spectators all around, and I start to pick my gloves and shoulders up, readying my orthodox Muay Thai stance, light on my left foot and ready to show you what I can do. As soon as the bell rings, you display incredible speed, dashing across the ring almost in a zigzag pattern, snapping a heavy leg-kick into my left outer thigh before I can lift my foot to check it... "Agh!" Leaving a stinging welt just above my knee, and then you chamber that same leg and strike, like a snake, shooting a high teep kick that takes me by surprise, snapping my head back with the ball of your foot pressing into the bottom of my chin! I'm notoriously tough, though, so I quickly rally, taking advantage of your resetting stance to step in with an aggressive punch combination! A left stepping left jab at your forehead, followed by a left shovel hook at your right lower ribs, trying to establish the threat of my heavy body shots early... and stepping back out, if I can make a clean getaway and reset.

13:42 Savage_Sophie: !quick head
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. HEAD down to 31.

13:42 Savage_Sophie: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 damage. BODY down to 39.

13:42 Savage_Sophie: Yt

13:51 Buttons: I don't mind that diminutive coo at all, lips just curled into a friendly smile the whole time. You come out to meet me, moving a little more cautiously, perhaps a little more professionally. My maneuvering antics in the first few seconds are unfamiliar ground for most professionals though, and two satisfying whacks emanate through the dojo as my kicks land. You're no chump, of course, even a white belt in this league is a dangerous piece of work guaranteed! So you power right through and come at me before my kicking foot's even back on the ground. The jab thuds into my forehead, bouncing me a little, more importantly opening up for your hook to curl up and into my ribs. I turn a little on instinct and avoid it hitting my liver, but I still feel the weight of the hit, air expelled. Feeling the need to respond in kind, I step right into your stepping out, bringing my left knee up in a strike to try to dig under your own ribcage! Then, I pause and let you open the distance, while letting my left foot plant and drop only to push off of it to drag a second mean kick at the same leg I hit last time as you back off!

13:51 Buttons: !knee body
My knee strike connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. BODY down to 19.

13:51 Buttons: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. BODY down to 7.

13:51 Buttons: yt

14:01 Savage_Sophie: I didn't sign up for a Muay Thai fight just to throw punches... I fully intend to kick you in half if I get the proper chance... but at this rate, I need to pace myself. You've clearly got me beat when it comes to speed and conditioning, and even after two successful punches, you chase me down and blast my body with a sharp left knee under the ribs... drawing a pained grunt from my lips as air is forced from my lungs... "Oughh!!" You allow me to stagger back, only to use the distance created to chop another brutal leg kick like a battleaxe into my outer thigh, doing maximum damage to the vulnerable peroneal nerve cluster there... making my left leg tremble as my knee wobbles inward... I'm nearly hobbled now... and there's only one hope for me if I'm going to snatch the momentum from you and steal back a chance to win this fight! I push off the ball of me right foot, surging forward to throw my weight over your shoulders, trying to clasp the palms of my gloves behind the base of your skull in a collar tie clinch! If successful, I'll try to use the opportunity to recover, before trying to turn the tide and launch an all-out offensive of my own!

14:01 Savage_Sophie: !clinch
I step in and grab you in a clinch.

14:02 Savage_Sophie: !recover body
You recover ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 damage. BODY up to 18.

14:06 Savage_Sophie: Yt

14:18 Buttons: You definitely punch hard, and I have to respect those fists... but I also must imagine if the fists are like that, the legs are sure to be a nightmare. Of course... I could always just switch them off before you even get a chance to show off what you can do with them! The knee isn't a decisive connection to the liver, but the setup works for an absolutely vicious connection to the leg, and your tremble gets some whispers from around the walls of the dojo as onlookers make comment. You drive forward, a wise decision forgoing any attempt to outdance me right now, just yoinking my head with a quick and strong hold into a clinch! I could try to break free, get one more wicked kick through that knee joint so you hit the mat, and ship you off for a good few months of convalescence. But that wouldn't be sporting for your first match around here! I let you prop yourself on me, and resolve instead to be the sweetheard that I am... I'll attend to that outstretched midsection, until you're forced to curl it up like a dying bug! While still at distance, I curve a shovel hook around with my left, hunting a more direct tap on your liver. Hoping for a strong response, that's immediately followed up with a step inward, an attempt to pull myself up and you down, while driving a hard knee strike intent on flattening your diaphragm!

14:18 Buttons: !punch body
My punch missed.

14:18 Buttons: !knee body
My knee strike missed.

14:18 Buttons: yt

14:26 Savage_Sophie: ...

14:33 Savage_Sophie: I manage to get my arms behind your head, but it takes all the strength I can muster just to initiate the clinch, so I barely manage to hold you off and give myself a moment to recover, before you curl a left shovel hook in towards my liver... But I'm able to use my clinch grip to steer your shoulders as I twist, preventing you from getting the proper angle, and causing your glove to skid harmlessly against my obliques instead... you then try to posture up, aiming a knee at my solar plexus, but again, I'm able to use my height and strength in this position to keep your knee from reaching my body. I realize though, in this moment, how close you were to connecting, and how either of those strikes could have taken me down to the canvas for a painful, sleepless "nap time." I can also feel the weakness in my left leg... Time is of the essence. I need to make the most of this position, this opportunity... I opt for brute force, looking to pull you face down into my right knee, and then again, into my left!

14:34 Savage_Sophie: !knee head
My knee strike missed.

14:35 Savage_Sophie: !knee head
My knee strike connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HEAD down to 24.

14:35 Savage_Sophie:  Yt

14:54 Buttons: Your arms over my shoulders, the more physically powerful fighter overbearing the acrobatic dancer, close enough to breathe each other's breath and taste each other's sweat... it gives you an advantage. You can muscle me around, swing me where you need in order to draw the power out from my attempts at striking your core, all the while coaxing me lower, in order to bounce my brain with some knees! I manage to resist your force long enough to stay high and block the first knee, but as your muscles flex my torso bends, deep enough for a WHACK as my head gets bounced in your arms! The impact jingles the bells on my collar as I grunt, blinking, and resetting inside your grip. That jars me a little, but I have a plan set out already, and I'd be best served to stick to it... just hoping I haven't misread how close you are to dropping! Finding it harder to sink those knees bent over, I stick to the punches... one hook either side of the abdomen, the second one from my left having another go at sending you to the ground by burying knuckles in organ!

14:54 Buttons: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. BODY down to 12.

14:54 Buttons: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. BODY down to 4.

14:54 Buttons: yt

15:03 Savage_Sophie: To my surprise, I'm starting to feel some of my strength returning to me as I hold you off, keeping you busy with a double knee strike attempt to your skull... you're quick enough and strong enough to fend off the first one, but the left knee, weaker though it may be, benefits from the right knee paving the way through... connecting solidly with your brow... The impact rattles your head nicely, jingling those bells, making me daydream for a moment of what it might feel like to lead you around by that collar... but it seems to stir you to action, lighting a fire in your belly that powers a pair of sharp hooks to my body, stealing away the strength I had just seemed to regain! "Ugh! OOFF!!" Your right is sharp and powerful, but your left hits paydirt, and if you were my size, I'm sure it would have sent me facedown onto the tatami with a split liver... for now, I still have a little strength left, and I absolutely need to try to hold off your next salvo and recover. With any luck, I'll survive long enough to turn this around!

15:03 Savage_Sophie: !recover body
You recover ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. BODY up to 9.

15:03 Savage_Sophie: Yt

15:10 Buttons: Swinging a hook right and left, semi-blind to the target, muscle memory still lights the way for me and I hear two satisfying thuds out of you. The second brings out another noise, gutteral, telling me I hit my mark at last. I smile a little, but not so much as I might have if the next sound I heard was your body hitting the mats, and the next a groan of agony. You're a tough cat... and that earns the rest of the smile out of me alone. Gonna be a real threat around here with a bit more conditioning in our league's practices! The force applied down on my shoulders is slightly less after those shots make it painful to exert it, though the more powerful physique is still controlling mine! My face lifts up a little, from nearly faceplanting the sweat of your abs to nearly faceplanting the sweat of your bra. You have me in the clinch, but what a delight it would be to demolish you from that position, let the onlookers see you catch me, muscle me around, only to be the one to crumple after a few motions between our bodies. That thought spurs me on... I try to get distance and position enough to put force behind a knee again, aiming to drive it up as high as I can - perhaps just slightly above your waistband. Then... another liver shot.

15:10 Buttons: !knee body
My knee strike missed.

15:10 Buttons: !punch body
My punch missed.

15:10 Buttons: yt

15:18 Savage_Sophie: It's taking all the strength I have just to maintain the plum at the back of your head... pulling your face into my pecs and soaking up their sweat, then nestling your chin and cheek in the spandex of my sports bra as your eyes drift up towards mine. I'm mostly focusing on position, trying to keep your posture broken so you can't quite reach my abs with those lithe, devastating limbs... but it's a struggle, all the way. With each movement, each shift of our hips, the rise and fall of our bare feet on the tatami as we jockey for position, I'm focusing on taking slow, controlled breaths, hoping against hope that you won't land another shot that could chop me down again. I'm not shy about pulling your face into my cleavage... may as well, while I have you here...

15:18 Savage_Sophie: !recover body
You recover ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. BODY up to 14.

15:18 Savage_Sophie: Yt

15:28 Buttons: Even if you're in what all the theory might call the dominant position, the dynamic in the inch of space between us is much less clear. It's taking all the energy and focus you have just to control the clinch, control me, while mine is focused aggressively. Again, from the outside though... my -potentially- devastating limbs do look like they're just flailing, swishing into air while the superior strength apparent in the muscles tight across your back commands me to miss, miss. Whatever fears and hopes you have internally, you have the external aspect of a lion controlling prey in its jaws, letting it wear itself out. That impression is helped further when you tug me in to your chest, lower half of my face buried against your bra, smeared with sweat. My nostrils fill with the scent of a fighter, while onlookers joke about where this position could go in a different leage, a different style. My eyes though... my eyes still look up at you with a glint... and a hunger for more breathless gasps. I can feel now the way your chest rises and falls against my face. It's awkward positioning, but I stick to the plan. I can maybe manage to tilt to the side a bit, get enough room to try to plunge my right fist twice towards your solar plexus, something halfway between a straight and an uppercut...

15:28 Buttons: !punch body
My punch missed.

15:28 Buttons: !punch body
My punch missed.

15:28 Buttons: yt

15:29 Savage_Sophie: (Maybe clinching actually fucking works after all! 😂🫣)

15:36 Savage_Sophie: I started my fighting career as a wrestler before falling in love with the striking arts... Suffice it to say, the years of competition in a sport all about controlling position and wearing your opponent out slowly in a battle of attrition are definitely paying off. Perhaps it's all luck, but there is something to be said for the effect my clinch is having on you. Whether you like it or not, your attention seems to be split, between my thinly-veiled breasts, and my raw, beaten core... With your vision compromised, it's got to be hard to aim your punches correctly, much less, at this angle, but you try again anyway, your right glove harmlessly tapping against the sweaty skin over my solar plexus... "Ghrrr! Rgh!!" I grit my teeth, giving you a game smile as I suck in another breath, trying to power up to take the fight back to you...

15:36 Savage_Sophie: !recover body
You recover ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. BODY up to 20.

15:36 Savage_Sophie: Yt

15:43 Buttons: The longer you just bully me around while I burn myself out, the less it looks like an unconventional master making use of a questionable position and the more it looks like... well... getting bullied around by a superior practitioner of the professional style at play. My fist taps the uppermost of your abs but feels them flexed confidently, bouncing off... like you drew energy out of it. My eyes have a little less of that glint now as they stare up at you from your chest. Okay. I'm a literal clown, but I'm not a fool. This clearly isn't working. I can stand here all day smothered in your chest - maybe I would under different circumstances - but you'll just lean on me, sap my strength while recovering yours, while easing me back down into those knees at the same time. Finally conceding that beating you up from within your own clinch is clearly a losing battle, I try to rely on the sweat and my own inherent slipperiness, to suddenly slide out of your arms and escape! If I'm fast enough... I might just have time to swipe a third hit at that leg I've punished while I'm at it, keep you hobbled for another footwork-heavy phase...

15:43 Buttons: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

15:43 Buttons: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

15:43 Buttons: yt

15:51 Savage_Sophie: Something has shifted, in this moment... I can feel your sweaty neck trying to slip free from my gloves, although your collar might be a slight hindrance to that effort. Could it be, you're getting frustrated? You've changed tactics, abandoning your punches, at least for now, favoring an attempt at escaping my clinch... but at this point, it seems that you either lack the raw muscle to break free, or perhaps your gas tank is a little taxed... I'm sure I'll look for clues in the fight footage afterwards. But just as I'm about to press the advantage, you escape from my grasp! Still, I'm not about to change tactics. All that matters is taking advantage of the moment, timing my steps as cleanly as possible, jumping with my right knee raised, and switching my legs midair to send a bicycle left knee straight up into your right temple... and then, pulling your head to my right, trying to slam a right power knee up into your chin.

15:52 Savage_Sophie: !knee head
My knee strike connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. HEAD down to 17.

15:52 Savage_Sophie: !knee head
My knee strike missed.

15:53 Savage_Sophie: Yt

15:58 Buttons: Pulling and slipping and struggling, finally admitting to you and myself that you've had me in a dominant position, I do manage to open up a little space. But you have your breath back now, muscles pumping like fresh, strength of industrial pistons, fuel of a jet engine. I start to pull backwards... only for you to step in perfect time, dragging me downwards, into another WHACK *jingle* combo of sounds, skull bounced to the side. I reactively pull my arms up to my face, managing to catch the immediate followup before it sends me to bed early without supper... though I am dazed. I need you to slow back down. Lose some of that strength again. Maybe it's a little played out, but I do know one method that's proven effective. A right hook to the obliques, a left hook to the liver, and let's see if you'd still rather try to hug me than keep a guard up!

15:58 Buttons: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 damage. BODY down to 13.

15:58 Buttons: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. BODY down to 6.

15:58 Buttons: yt

16:11 Savage_Sophie: I've made a strong stand, considering my lack of experience in this dojo... honestly, I wasn't sure I'd survive this long after the second leg kick... But just when I think I'm gaining the upper hand, you slip from my grasp, though I do manage to rock your head with the left knee... my right knee misses again, and you don't waste a moment retaliating, now that your movement is freed up and my guard is resetting. Again, you lay into my body with a pair of sharp, pincering hooks, each landing with a wet, heavy THWUCK! Your right, taxing and reddening my obliques, and your left, shoveling cruelly into my liver! "Gyah! Hnnghh!!" I groan, my body shuddering in pain as I struggle to stay upright, staggering back. I only have so much left in the tank. It would practically take a miracle to catch you, at this point... but my head is still fresh, and I bet if I can pull it off juuuust right... maybe I can stun you with a tricky question-mark kick, targeting the right hinge of your jaw with a forward chamber of my left leg that flicks around like a butterfly knife to snap down into your brain's power "button"... so to speak. "Ohhhh...Way!"

16:11 Savage_Sophie: !kick head
My kick connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. HEAD down to 6.

16:11 Savage_Sophie: Yt

16:21 Buttons: The clinch payed great dividends in terms of keeping you in the match, dragging my dangerous early momentum to a crawl, taking control and managing the pace. Finally, it's time for me to be free again, able to range and roam without a cage to bind me. Immediately alike a frolicking animal, I almost skip into those two hooks, and instantly we're reminded of why you felt the need to tuck me up into you in the first place. After that liver shot, it's readily apparent that your core is begging you to drop, staggering legs... but stood nevertheless. Not sure what to anticipate with you in that state, I'm a little surprised when you skip clinching up once more, and start to glide a kick around. I think I read it right, starting to move to counter it... only for the curve of the trajectory to reveal itself! *WWHACK!* Your foot reshapes my face for a moment, impacting like a cannonball. My jaw crashes to the side, my skull following after, twisting on my neck and pulling my torso to turn on my hips, and so on all the way to my feet losing their position as I stumble in a half spin. Lights in my eyes, ringing in my ears. I told myself earlier when I felt how hard you could punch that your kicks would probably be worse. If there's any consolation for me, I was right about that. Balance gone, I almost trip over my feet, onlookers around the dojo perking up as it looks like I'm about to faceplant the mats... but I don't. Not quite yet, at least. Anticipating you following in to finish the job, I spin, uncoordinated but aggressive, trying to catch you right in the center of the navel with an elbow strike, followed up by bringing a wobbly leg that risks my toppling out into a knee, just above the waistline...

16:21 Buttons: !attack body
My attack missed.

16:21 Buttons: !knee body
My knee strike connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. BODY down to -1.

16:21 Buttons: yt

16:23 Savage_Sophie: (Mmfff... brilliant! 🫦🔥)

16:42 Savage_Sophie: There's a moment of surprise and satisfaction as my question-mark kick lands clean, your jaw and neck warping around my instep and shin like a car around a telephone pole... and like a cartoon, you seem to nearly tumble to the ground, only to catch yourself with a posting glove, twirling like a dancer or an acrobat as I'm busy retracting my leg back and switching back into orthodox... I'm stepping forward, seeing your low posture and readying a finishing blow, despite my body pulsing deep into redline... but confident enough that I can line up a knee or an uppercut to finish you, I just need to... but then... what the.... I see you spinning with your back to me, right elbow poised to punch a hole in my navel, so I pivot, my left foot sliding back in an arc, thinking I've dodged a fight-ender, when your elbow straightens to post a glove on the tatami and vault you into a somersaulting left knee that just so happens to catch my liver at just the right spot, blasting it with a fight-ending shockwave that pulses hot, electric pain through my entire body... My eyes well up with tears as my vision goes sepia-tone, bile quickly rushing up to eject my gumshield from my mouth on a bright yellow wave... "Blurrrrhghhhh!!!" I scream, the miserable humor violently expelling from my innards onto the tatami as I crumple to my knees and fall face-first into the wretched stuff, curling into the fetal position on my left side, eyes rolling back, stupefied with the most horrific pain I've ever felt... Technically, my consciousness is uninterrupted, but for all intents and purposes, I am knocked the fuck out, lying helpless at your feet. Simple as that. Yt

16:58 Buttons: That kick basically hit my factory reset. I don't even really know where I am, right now, I think. I certainly couldn't spell my name if asked. But my body is honed to move and dance and perform, and it does so whether or not my mind is pulling the strings. Just after your 'miracle' kick, you eat whatever the opposite of a miracle is. Spinning on autopilot, into a PERFECT knee shot digging underneath your ribcage and crushing your already battered liver flat, the sounds alone enough to make some onlookers nauseous. No one, even you, is going on after that. Vitals completely, utterly speared. Bile pukes up and you collapse, curling up in a torturous, gagging ball, and aware of it every second. I win. Barely. I don't even stick the landing from that knee strike, my leg giving way as it lands. I might have just ended your fight, but that's not because I had much left. I stumble, and then sway, and tip right over, crashing to land over your body, head resting on your ribs. My eyes are spinning in my head. I'm not unconscious either, but I'd definitely be losing to a 10-count right now if you weren't already suffering and heaving below me. I rest against you, absentmindedly nuzzling your bruised skin, like a comforting cuddle while you're in agony. After a few moments of dizziness, I start to shuffle, planting a few kisses on the bruises available to me - marking them in black lipstick. Then, to claim my prize as allowed by the stakes. Your mouthguard is miraculously unmarred, having slipped and bounced just beyond your upchuck, so I scoop it into my hand and then into my shorts for safe-keeping. I think about slipping your shorts off too... something to hold to my face later? But that feels like a monumental task right now, so I just cuddle for a while, instead, treating you like a teddy bear while you retch and gag and spill your insides to the ground ahead of me <3

16:59 Savage_Sophie:

17:00 Buttons: // end?

17:01 Savage_Sophie: (Mmmfff... perf. End. You can have my shorts when I'm out of the hospital 🫦)