Tournament - KOTS

Opening fight

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Gabe_the_Hunk:
Preparing the whole scene for the tournament, two members of the organization team decide to have a fight to test all the new equipment that will be used during the tournament. You are not logged in. Gabe, the founder, steps inside the arena. Looking around analyzing the whole arena and the place where several fighters will soon face each other. I check the cameras that will record the fights and if the lighting guarantees a good view of the fighters inside the arena. So with everything in place I stand in the middle of the arena waiting for my rival. You are not logged in.

Guille:
I walk from the concrete industrial locker rooms, walking to the cage. I look at a banner in a distant wall and continue my way until I get to the cage. You are not logged in. I salute Gabe with a friendly though look, grinning.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
Taking a look at the same banner. "You did a good job in there. But can you do a good job in here?" I smile as I take off my shirt not wanting to ruin it. You are not logged in. "Ready to enter the scene, my friend?" I grin raising my clenched fists and bounce on my toes to circle you.

Guille:
"I did a great job last tim" I respond smiling, taking off my long sleeve lycra tee. Only wearing a muay thai short. You are not logged in. "Yes ready" I say lifting my arms to protect my torso and face. Beging circling around you bouncing on my toes. In my 5'5" and 143lbs.

Gabe_the_Hunk
"Let's just focus on the here and now." I grow and lick my bottom lip as I stare at you still mulling over what happened on our last scene. With my 5'11 195 lbs of ripped muscles and pumping adrenaline... I rush towards you to attack first sending a left and right jabs to your head to keep your guard up so I can send a flying right knee to your upper abs trying to take you off guard.

Guille:
Your overwhelming fast attack forces me to go back as I guard up, your jabs got stopped by my arms, but your surprising knee is so strong that slips between my arms directly hurting my gut. I grunt lowering one hand to rub my abs and almost about to fall on my knees, but prefer to keep moving not being stationary. Panting I guard up again.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
"What's up bro, I got too heavy?... The fights in the tournament will be like this" I say moving towards you slowly until I get you in range so I can send a roundhouse left kick to your head trying to catch you off guard again.

Guille:
I lean back dodging your kick. As I lean my body on my back leg I use the frontal to kick your supporting leg while you are still open throwing the kick, swiping you on the cement floor. "Tell me bro, did it hurt?"

Gabe_the_Hunk:
"Shittt" I grunt feeling the kick in my supporting leg as I land on my ass on the concrete floor. "Not bad." I say standing up as I take a deep breath starting to sweat and circling you.

Guille:
"ha ha ha. I know it had to hurt" I say. The moment you stand up, before you fully guard up. I jump frontal kick your face and follow up with some jabs to take you to one wall.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
The kick hit my chest throwing me back spitting and flying sweat making but I quickly raise my guard up on my face managing to block your jabs as I taste blood in my mouth. "Fuck". I feel the metal grid of the arena barrier on my back but I open my guard and spit blood and saliva in your face to try to blind you while I send a right elbow strike to your left temple.

Guille:
Me punching you against the metal grid, you suddenly spit on my face. I instinctively close my eyes as your blood got splattered on my face, your elbow hit on my temple, ripping the thin skin like a blade and I begin bleeding. My face is beginning to get soaked in blood, not only yours, but mine. I stagger back rubbing my good eye to clean your spit, closing the other while I guard up. "That was cheap, bro"

Gabe_the_Hunk:
"No holds barred, that's the only rule." I say taking a deep breath. "Don't tell me you're scared." I smirk and follow you up with two quick left jabs to your face to see if you can still defend.

Guille:
"Fuck!" It is uncomfortable, but with one eye closed, ignoring the blood, I can fight. I dodge your jabs slipping my guarded head and step front bending my knees to low my body, moving forward, I throw a straight punch to your open gut and a quick upper to your chin with same hand as I protect my chin with my other arm.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I grin seeing that you can still fight and then fight back. I gasp as my abs absorb the punch feeling your fist on my steel wall. Before you can hit my chin I land another elbow strike this time aiming for the the top of your forehead trying to crack your skull.

Guille:
Your elbow drill my head down. It forces me falling on one knee. I hold back the urge to rub my head, and move my shoulder to your gut tackling you, embracing your legs, lifting you up a little and taking you down to the cement floor and begin pounding your face, while trying to mount you.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I think you are weak and that soon this fight will be mine but you hold me and lift me an inch managing to get me off the ground and throwing me on my back. I growl but knowing full well what you intend I block your furious attacks on my head while using my legs to wrap around your hips and prevent you from mounting me. You are not logged in. Then I flex my thighs and using the power of my legs body scissors you.

Guille:
You protect well since I don't get to be in the correct position to pummel your head. Your legs squeezing my smaller body. I throw two hammer punches left right to your cocky gut and two elbows to your sides. Just to loosen your grip. I sneak one open hand between one of your thighs and push you from your hips open your scissors. Then I move your leg aggressively to one side full force to force you roll on the floor. And attempt ankle lock in the same foot.
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Gabe_the_Hunk:
I have your small body in my legs and I don't waste time squeezing you more and more feeling my thick thighs almost crushing your hips making me smile but my joy quickly ends when you wait for the right moment as I expire to "UFFF". Your attacks making me grunt losing breath and a little strength loosening my scissor. So with my face on the ground as you roll me I feel you holding one of my ankles tight. "Die." I scream in rage and try to kick you with my other foot aiming your body in any area.

Guille:
You Donkey kick hard my back leg, forcing me to lose balance and fall on one knee releasing your leg before getting to hurt your ankle. I fall on top of you rubbing my blooded face in your back. As I do so, I punch hard the back of your head and rub my smaller body on yours. My cock in your ass as I struggle to rear choke you and attempting to clinch your legs with mine, rolling on the floor.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I manage to let go of my leg and then push up my hands on the floor trying to get up when I feel you falling on top of me. I still try to get up. BAM. You slam my face against the floor making me lie on my stomach again and then mount my back lying on my back. I can feel you sliding your face down my wide and sweaty back forming a path of blood on my back and I can feel how hard you are grinding your cock in my ass. Then I feel you slide your arm across my throat but then I turn my face. You brutally attack my head as you can't wrap your arm around my throat to make me choke but I keep hitting my elbow back on your ribs and try to get you off of me by rolling my body on the floor.yt

Guille:
You being taller than me it gets harder than expected to lock my choke. You roll using your superior strength and stab my ribs with your elbow as you do so. "AAAAAHYRR" I scream as I feel one rib breaking and release you falling flat on the floor crawling away facing you, rubbing my hurt rib. I start to believe I'm too sportive for such a fight. Fuck! my rib hurts a lot, blood on my face. I don't care still I will fight back. I stand up facing you pulling one leg back while protecting with my arm.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I stand up in front of you, wiping the blood from my eyes with my left arm. "I'm not tired at all." I say to you but already feeling my muscles exhausted while my whole body is drenched in sweat and the arena with several blood spatters that I will have to clean up after that.

Guille:
The pain in my rib and my blooded face has made an impact in my overall endurance. You are not logged in. I don't think I will be able to dodge and evade without feeling excruciating pain. Guarding up, my arm supporting my rib. I step forward and throw a low kick, sinking my shin in your outer thigh and I jump towards you with my arm outstretched to superman punch your face.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I lift my leg using my knee to block your kick BAMM NGFTTT Your punch catches me off guard by throwing my head to the side but I grab your arm before you pull it back. I grab your arm and pull you to me grabbing your face burying it in my abs and use my left arm to hug your head into my upper abs bringing your body close to mine and I throw my right knee into your navel.

Guille:
You block my kick. I get to punch you, but you grab my arm, my reflexes have slowed, and yours too. You clumsy, but firmly grab my arm and press me to your abs. I cannot say I don't enjoy being trapped by you or feeling your hard abs on my hurt face, but I ain't to give in. I sigh feeling your knee strikes hitting my abs. Then I place my hands in your sides clawing your ribs as I begin kneeing, your thighs and trying to reach your lower gut.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I just try to enjoy the moment as I hold you and take you to myself. But you don't look satisfied wanting to continue the fight and I groan when you claw my ribs. I let go of your head and push back your body holding your shoulders. You hit my right inner thigh making me grunt almost falling to one knee but I still hold your shoulders leaning on you. "Fuck you." I growl and then I bring my right hand to your throat, gripping your neck tightly and I lift you off the ground and begin to smack your face with my left hand.

Guille:
You push me back, my pride didn't allow me to submit to your perfect glorious abs. You grab my throat and lift me, the tip of my toes barely touches the floor, I get to lean a little in one foot or another. Feeling your strong grip around my neck I begin gasping, try to punch you, but my arms just don't reach. You begin pummeling my face with your other arm even when I lift it clumsily, your hard punches passes through my guard over and over. Much more blood begin pouring of my other eyebrow until my arms are not moving up, even when my brain command them they don't obey me. I got limp, my blood spilling from my face, down to your holding hand and wrist to the floor, as I feel almost blacking out.

Gabe_the_Hunk:
I punch your face furious for you disturbs my cute moment with you. My right arm is heavy but I keep you up barely touching the ground with your feet. I keep punching like nothing is going to stop me. My fist incessantly hitting your cheek and eye. Your blood spattering all over the floor leaving my arm that lifts you up full of blood my fist that punches you dripping with your blood. I feel no remorse for beating you so badly and I keep punishing you more and more. Even after your arms fall limp and you close your eyes I still continue to punish you with three more punches and open my other hand releasing your throat and your limp body falls to the ground. I gasp for breath. My left fist dripping blood onto the floor. "This fight is already over." I say spitting on your face and I grab you by the legs dragging your body out of the arena.
After I take you to my office, I return to the arena to clean the blood from our bodies for the tournament.

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Published: 2023-01-24, viewed 116 times.