We face each other under the bright lights of the pit. Both of us beginning to hurt and tire on from the battle at hand. The numb spot on my left hammy and the red scratches across my chest are the most obvious examples. All the back and forth, throwing, rolling and grappling has also lead to a fatigue that means my arms are slightly lower than before.
Eye to eye you pounce and a cheer grows accompanying your initiative. You close in towards me, your naked body bouncing with each step your feet pound against the vinyl flooring. Once close I see you feint and tense causing me to bite and bring my arms close in to protect my face.
“Aghhhh!!!!” I scream out in pain feeling your fist pummel my ribs. My upper body sways to my right from the force and I bring my left arm back slightly to protect my hurting side. The pain is enormous but I can’t lose my focus! My right hand hooks in reaction aiming for your chin hoping the upper cut leaves you slightly exposed. I take a step back on my sore left leg to get some space.
My upper body protective, arms at my side, “Gahhh!” I groan in a primal-sounding anger-filled exhale before lifting my right leg and trying a push kick for your navel. My first attack on you was a hard knee to the same area, my goal now to remind you of that pain. Yt