YOUR LAST FIGHT

IN LIFE

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Gabe the hunk VS Guille

23 yo - 18 yo

194 lbs - 156 lbs

6'0 - 5'8

7,9” cock - 8,7” cock

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Guille:

My time in KOTS has no been successful at all. With 1 W and 2 L, this might not be the place for me, I may not be violent enough. It seems that every time I get inside this yellow cage made out of construction fences I end up bloody KOed. I need to try change that. I enter the cage to face one of the fightesr I respect the most, winning would be a boost for me, but I don’t expect that to happen. I will either add a win or this will be my third and last loss. I feel more confident inside this cage though, I walk around lifting my arms and wrapped wrist in bandages for the crowd, then the referee check us both.

Gabe the Hunk:

Guille came to my office one day to say how he was feeling about KOTS. So I proposed to him to face any fighter he wanted and he chooses me. I grin glaring at him. "Are you sure about this?" He tells me yes and then, taking advantage of the fact that the tournament's lists haven't returned yet. He and I enter the fighting arena as main event of this average night. Me with a black shorts and wrapped fist. I call one of our referees to validate the fight.

Guille:

I look at you with genuinely tuff look. I am not here to have fun or to rub our bodies for lust, I am here to destroy or be destroyed, since this may be my last match in here. I don't even take off my shirt to showoff my muscles.

Gabe the Hunk:

"Don't provoke me because I can make this your last fight in life." I provoke you back and spit in your face showing that inside the arena I have no respect for anyone. The crowd gets excited ouside the cage.

Guille:

I cover my face lifting one hand and move my face to dodge your spit and feel triggered. "You bastard" I mumble with anger, the referee has not finished checking on me when I charge against you. I push the referee out of my way to get closer to you. I wanna make you pay. I approach to you and faint some jabs to grab your hands to open your guard and spit in your face, trying to throw a hook aiming at your face after that. The referee just leaves the cage and closes it while people begin roaring and cheering.

Gabe the Hunk:

You come all over me I can see your eyes flaring with anger. I raise my arms to block the jab but then you surprise me as your spit blinds me in one eye. BAM. My head sways to the side feeling the hook on my head and my body staggers to the side as I grunt in pain trying to recover.

Guille:

I continue charging at you with anger "How dare you, bitch!!!", this time I throw a jump frontal kick to your side, aiming at your ribs, trying to take advantage of your temporarily blinded position and your stagger. How dare you telling me that after I opened my heart and tell you how I felt back in your office. That is the lowest and dirtiest move I've ever received, it was more than cheap. Your words made and impact in me, I was determinated to give my best, but now I have this rush of uncontrollably anger.

Gabe the Hunk:

Your anger makes you blind and that's what I wanted. I rub my eye and see your kick coming and use my arm as a shield to block and protect my ribs from your attack. Then step closer to you and send a straight punch with my left fist in your face aiming for your nose.

Guille:

My charging attack ends the moment my head moves back and my eyes begin watering because of your punch to my nose. I was careless, I can feel some sort of wet snot coming out of my nose, I know it is not that, I rub it with my wrist and look at my bandages: it is blood. I walk several steps back as quick as I can and lift my head up to stop the bleeding while keeping an eye on you. I'm still angry, but understand how stupid I was and try calming down. You keep using the dirtiest moves in your repertoire, this time using my feelings against me.

Gabe the Hunk:

"Take your hand off your nose, you're warmer that way." I tease you and raise my fists and facing you slowly I walk towards you attentive to your every move.

Guille:

Fuck!!! this has just started, and I am already bleeding. I sniff hard, rub my nose and lift my guard. I throw an outer low kick aiming at your thigh, moving my back leg front, in the process I switch stance and attack again with the other leg, which now is my back leg and do the same, and outer kick to your outer thigh, but this last is a fake when I am about to kick your outer leg I flex my leg, I take my knee almost to my chest, propelling with my hips and release an extent high sidekick aiming at your nose.

Gabe the Hunk:

I keep a sadistic smile approaching you. You attack me with light kicks hitting my thick thighs, barely hurting me as I keep my guard up. I'm getting closer until in a fraction of seconds I feel your foot piercing my guard and hitting my head from the side shaking my base that I stagger back half without understanding what happened.

Guille:

I take advantage of your open position and pivot to your side in your triangle to throw a strong low kick aiming at the back of your knee. Always keeping my arms up and legs ready to protect.

Gabe the Hunk:

"Shitt" My leg flips over and I fall to one knee feeling pain in the tendon of my knee. I growl trying to get up before you attack again.

Guille:

I continue attacking while you are down, the very moment your knee touches the floor I throw a hook to your chin, followed by a jab and cross aimed also at your chin.

Gabe the Hunk:

BAM,the first hook catches me off guard as my jaw drops again. But I raise my arms managing to block your next attacks. You take me down one more time before I get pissed off and I land a left hook to the inside of your right thigh trying to get an opening to get up.

Guille:

I feel your fists hitting my thigh, near my groin, and that gives me an idea. Once again I grab your wrists and open your guard to try landing a knee to your nose. I am so used to gloves and fight clean, that I've been forgetting in all my matches that I am able to grab my opponent's hands to open his guard.

Gabe the Hunk:

"What GrRRRRRR" U twist my fist grabbing him opening my guard BAM. My head snaps back spitting blood from my mouth and my body lands on its back on the concrete floor turning onto its side coughing up more blood. I look at you seeing two of you but I try to step on your shins to push you away.

Guille:

Your feet on my chins prevents me to mount you, but I see you are weakened, so I grab one of your annoying legs and shove it out of my way to get to your side. I lift my leg and try stomping on your torso aiming for your ribs.

Gabe the Hunk:

I feel my feet hitting you but you flip me onto my back on the floor throwing my leg to the side. I notice you lifting your leg but before you can hit me I try to throw my legs up passing one over your belly and the other behind to scissors take you down your legs.

Guille:

When I am about to land my stomp. You being on your sides flex one leg to pass it behind me while lifting the other and take me down scissoring me, my back hits hard on the cement floor, but I instinctively stick my chin to my chest and extended my arms to cushion, still the fall on the concrete floor almost makes me spit my lungs.

Gabe the Hunk:

You fall and I drag myself to the fence using it as support to get up off the ground, recovering some strength to continue this fight.

Guille:

For a couple of seconds after I fell I lost track of the fight, panting and trying to breath deep I stand up. My back still feels the cold from the cement floor. I look at you crawling to the fence, but feel unable to attack adter that falling. I walk just towards you with my guard on, trying to recover. "Is that all you got, 'Boss?" I taunt you.

Gabe the Hunk:

Standing a little better. I stare at you irritated. I spit on the floor wiping the taste of blood from my mouth and raise my fists staring at you. I come out of the fence and rush towards you and feign a direct attack to your face when I actually dive with my right shoulder into your abs and try lifting you off the ground and squash you against the metal fence before knocking you to the ground.

Guille:

Your tactic works, as I covered my face unaware of your true intentions. The moment I feel your shoulder on my gut I move my legs back so you don't get to grab my legs and low may weight to struggle.

While I elbow your head 12-6 three times in a row to try to weaken you. Despite the previous damage you have received to your face and head, you are still bigger than me and eventually may succeed in taking me down if I don't pummel your head and at least struggle.

Gabe the Hunk:

I can't grab both legs but I can grab one. Your elbows hit my skull hard making me scream in pain, but it gives me more power to lift you off the ground and one leg take you down on your back.

Guille:

You get to grab my leg and take me down, I grab from your shoulders to ease the falling and reduce the impact. Once again I feel the cold concrete on my back. As we fall you on top of me with your head and body pressed to mine. I know I cannot remain still, so I sneak my arm around your neck to try a guillotine.

Gabe the Hunk:

When your arm pulls my head to your side I feel the back of my neck hurting from the elbows you gave me I scream again in pain and throw my fist into your ribs.

Guille:

I won't be able to resist much of your punches. I buck up, increasing the pressure on the choke for a few seconds, this might be enough to put you to sleep, but you keep punching my ribs. So I bridge to roll and switch position, releasing your head.

Now me partially on top of you, astriding one of your legs I grab the other, embrace it and quickly spin my body to seat on the floor, lock your leg and pull in knee bar.

Gabe the Hunk:

My hip hurts. "You fucking bastard." I scream in pain. So I try to escape by pushing the knee of one of your legs with my other leg by moving your leg towards your abs and I try to turn my body to release my leg from your kneebar.

Guille:

My legs were crisscrossed, as soon as I felt your amazing defend to escape. I triangle my legs to lock them in position and pull aggressively giving my all in this move.

My intention is not to submit you, this cage fights are not about submission. I have to break you, Boss. Using my whole strength, before you get to escape I pull without any restrain, not holding back at all, to attempy breaking your knee.

Gabe the Hunk:

Trying to escape by fighting your hold. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH". I echo a dry scream when I hear the snap and you dislocate my knee breaking my leg. Then I scream again even louder feeling my leg going numb and the pain consuming me.

Guille:

I surprised myself when hearing the snap sound of the hyperextend joint breaking and then your loud scream. I release, your pushing leg on mine send me away as you continue screaming. I kneel on the floor, sitting on my heels. My mouth covered in my dry blood. The skin in my torso hurt and red. I am tired, I begin breathing deeply to regain my force and lean on the fence to stand up and look at you. I've been so focused in destroying you and not being destroyed in the process, that I forgot there were an audience. As if someone spins a volume wheel in my ears I begin listening the cheering and screams of joy if the crowd, they yell my name. I got taken out of some trance.

Gabe the Hunk:

As soon as you release me, I grab my leg and turn to my side, feeling my leg ache nonstop. Pain dominates my thoughts. My eyes fill with tears. I struggle to crawl away from you moaning as I do.

Guille:

I stand up to grab you from your good leg to prevent you crawling. I raise one fist looking at the people. Then I let my self go and knee full weight in your broken one. After that I begin targeting your glorious abs, I swear nobody has more perfect abs.

Gabe the Hunk:

As I crawled you turned me on my back on the floor. I stare at you looking at your cute face. "Pleasee nooooo.... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH"' Your knee crushes my leg on the knee crushing my bones. I scream in more pain. But you keep punishing me and start hammering your fists into my abs. My six pack withstands your every punch leaving my brick wall reddened.

Guille:

Those perfect abs I love to pummel, like no others, because of how perfect they are. "So... this.... was.... gonna....be... my... last.... fight... in... life.... Boss?" I comment to you punching you while saying every single word. I still cannot believe I dared breaking a joint. "You know boss, I kind of envy those abs of yours" I say winking, then continue punching not stoping your hard six pack.

Gabe the Hunk:

I sigh with each punch of you into my tough abs absorbing the punishment. "You fucking bitch." I growl. "I can take whatever you get." Pain turns to anger, anger to hate, hate to adrenaline. I bend over my abs and attempt a hook to your left eye but raising one of my fingers to stick you in the eye.

Guille:

Your hook hit me hard and makes the corner of my eyebrow bleed, but your extended finger make the most important damage. I secream in pain and go grab it while standing up few steps away from you. I feel the blood running through my face but dunno if it is from just my eyebrow or also my eye socket. My eye remains closed and it hurts like hell. Blood spilling from my face to the floor.

Gabe the Hunk:

I crawl backwards onto my back on the floor using my elbows and right leg while my left leg is stretched out limply becoming a dead weight on my body. I gasp for breath drenched in sweat.

Guille:

"You bastard" Bursting in rage because you may have blinded one of my eyes. I charge towards you with one eye open and move near to the side of your head and try soccer kick your head. Before letting my self on you, to mount you, placing my knees on your arms, grabbing your head with both of my hands, like a melon and try sinking deep my thumbs in your eyes.

Gabe the Hunk:

I see you coming and I stop trying to crawl. I bring my arms up to my head blocking your kick even though the impact rocks my brain. Then I feel you on top of me and when I open my arms to attack you grab my fists and pin my arms to the floor under your knees. I look at you in fear, not knowing you're the last thing I'll see for a long time. Arghhhh. Your fingers press my eyeballs making my eyes bleeding.

Guille:

Pushing hard my thumbs. I reflect on how it is me who would make this your last fight in life if I permanently destroy your eyes, so I stop and see some blood on your eye sockets. I remember what you did to me last time we face each other in this exact cage before the turnament began... Yes, I cannot lift you off the ground by the neck to destroy your handsome face like you did to me. But I can get my revenge. In same position pinning your arms with my knees, blood spilling from my face on yours, I clamp your neck with my left hand and squeeze sinking the tips of my fingers to press your carotids leaning also my body weight, and begin pummeling your beautiful face, not with my fist, but with my right elbow repeatedly.

Gabe the Hunk:

I want to touch my face wipe my eyes. I don't know if I'm seeing or not. It's all red almost black. Then I feel my throat being squeezed shut. I gasp but there's nothing I can do at this point. Surrendering to defeat, you start hammering my face with your elbow. With each elbow turning my head to the side and a cut opens up on my check bone and then in one of the elbows you break my jaw bone and I pass out consumed by pain.

Guille:

My eyes got wet, thinking on how much this match has made for me, after this fight I won't be the same in here, I can truly destroy my oponents brutally. I keep elbowing you with immense grattitud, my Boss. The moment I hear your last scream when you pass out, I stop and look at your limp body with closed bleeding eyes, but open mouth drooling blood and salyva, since I broke your jaw. I sense below my balls and cock through my shorts, your chest breathing weakly, so I know you are still alive and will be fine..... eventually. The referee enters the cage to confirm the result and lift my hand in victory. I look at you while some staff members drag you out of cage, leaving a blood trace, and mumble an honest "thank you".

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Published: 2023-03-17, viewed 139 times.