The crowd is in hysteria. My fans emotions peaking as they are going crazy for me to get out of trouble. Your dirty Columbian fans sensing you are close to finishing me but hell no if I let that happen. My body is taking a beating and now my head and face taking the most humiliating kind of beating as your crotch violently repeatedly rams my face and head into the cage. My hair now down and completely loose as my head bounces back and forth as you grip the cage.
I am a competitor a fighter and a WINNER HELL NO I am not going to let this stupid, ugly, arrogant, worthless bitch do this to me. I make you so hot and tuen you on so much you wanna hump your nasty garbage crotch into my superior face. I will give you a nice HARD POUNDING! First clinching my right fist then I bring my head back and thrust it foward with pure blunt force! Followed by a hard right fist square smack into your kitty! Go slither back into your hole in Columbia you disgusting pig!
The fight has completely devolved into this primal, unorthodox confrontation of wills, not very technical anymore, at least for now. I humiliate you, make you look like a pathetic little, helpless bitch, showing you how I can dominate you without even trying to put you out. I'm not even fighting at my best! This is what I'm saying with this. I can keep you on the defensive without doing the optimal thing. My crotch is enough to own you. I hump at your face, all while kneeing your torso. How much I wish I had a strap-on right now in this position to fucking disgrace you in front of everyone.
The humiliation goes for quite longer than I expected it to initially, until you finally react, and sneak a punch between my legs.
"Mmmgh!" I groan out loud, as my knees knock together, legs shaking for a second before I start to crumble down, but I use the fence to push myself away towards the center of the octagon, rolling onto my front, then getting on all four, knees, and finally back up to my feet, looking to you in front doing exactly the same, reverting back to a neutral position, finally, after so long. Fists up, looking determined, a layer of sweat coating my perfectly smooth skin.
"Come on, puta. Let's finish this!" I bounce on my tiptoes, not looking as fresh anymore as when this all started, showing the fatigue, the constant struggle taking its toll. We're on the same boat, and I realize the next few exchanges will probably decide the match.