My headbutt and punch to your pussy does what it was intended to. You groan out and retreat to the center of the octagon. My fingers tightly grabs the cage. Clenching the cage as I pull myself up to my feet then turn my body to face you once again. My soft silky tan skin now shining with a light coat of sweat on it. I can't deny this fight has taken a toll on me. My nose and face swollen, my abs with defined red welts from the leather smacking, my hair now loose and in my face. I am fatigued and clearly have been in a war but I am not only still standing but I am still fighting. You're supposedly this experienced vetran some even claiming you to be one of the best here yet you haven't been able to put me away. I am the debut rookie and I have pushed you to your limits. Personally I see you as I overrated piece of trash and I am going to end your pathetic fighting career.
I raise my gloves once more and start to slowly step to the middle of the ring. Not moving nearly as fast or nimble as I was when this started but neither are you. My gloves are up as if I am ready to start striking with you but I know this is what you want and I am not giving it to you. Pulling my right fist back but then shoot at your legs. I attempt to wrap my arms around your saggy ass and drive my shoulder into your soft flabby abs and start driving my legs while simataneously lifting you as I try to get your pathetic disgusting body to the ground once again.
We enter the last phase of the match, neither of us looking good. Sexy, yes. But not in the best condition we've been. We meet once again in the center of the ring, fists up, and I'm confident in my chances, willing to trade punches, one of my well-known strengths. I just need to keep the fight here and you'll have no chance at all, that's what I tell myself, trying to be as methodical as I can be in my current state, going for zoning jabs, trying to get you desperate, maybe a bit too desperate for my liking, going for a reckless charge, right into a nice fist to the face that you endure past to get a hold of my hips.
"This is how you want it, bitch? I'll beat you at your own game!!!" I yell as I balance my upper body forward, back foot planted firmly, pushing the bulk of my weight right into you to not only avoid being lifted up, but also to push you under me, using my own weight to bring you down onto your front!
"Now you'll find out what happens when you underestimate my grappling! I threaten, both hands pressed down at your shoulder blades to pin you down before I turn to the right to form an L with your body, wrapping my right arm around your neck, my bicep pressing up against the side of your face to let you feel its power, then trapping your left arm between my muscled thighs, keeping you down, at my mercy!
