Long Form Roleplayers

Aside:
Jackson wakes up the day after his match with Havoc the Slayer, sore, but he's healed from all of the more severe injuries. Medical bandages wrapped all the way across his chest, abs and up through his shoulder, as well as a little around his neck, he rises up from his bed, gripping his abs, and instantly has a flashback to the brutality he suffered.

JACKSON
"URGHHH" I grip my abs and let out a strained scream and groan as I feel a lasting soreness all over. "What happened?" And immediately Havoc flashes through my memories.. the choketosses, the clotheslines... The brutal humiliation. I press down on the major bones and parts of my body.. "okay... nothing broken, surprisingly."

Another flashback: busted lips, the taste of blood.. I move to feel my face and other parts of my body. "No scarring or dried blood... Also.. surprising?" I shift a little. "URGHH, but this soreness will last a little bit though!" I exclaim through a strained voice and pursed lips.

I then grip my head as a temporary, searing headache sets in and I get another flashback. Headscissors, forced blowjobs, passing out... Temporarily waking up to feel the cold mats of the cage before passing out again... "How did I... How did I get back home?" Struggling to remember, I just shake my head to clear the fog and I move slowly out of the bed to do a slow stretch to get ready to move more steadily.

As I undress the bandages, I noticed the spots of dried blood on it. Underneath, what would have been the exit points that led to blood spots, are now just bruises, not even deep ones anymore. I press down on the bruises to get a feel for their severity. I slightly wince, but I've felt worse.. trust me. "Okay, not too bad, but it'll take some more time to mark myself as completely healed."

I'm now staring at myself in the mirror, "speaking of healing... Who did do all this for me?" I think to myself "me getting home, my wounds dressed up, treated, even healed faster than what should be considered normal... How DID this all happen?"

As I continue to ponder, I strip down and get in the shower to really begin my day. Thinking, I say "however all this happened.. I got my ass beat. Bad. And it's a miracle I'm actually still alive." More memories of Havoc and his brutality flash by. Bearhugs, rammed into metal, the headbutt, the swinging, spinning, full nelson... I lean against the shower wall to hold me, eyes closed, as I almost fall into the moment of recounting everything.

After some time, I turn off the water, exit the shower, wrap a towel around my body and lean on the counter. I gaze into the foggy mirror, recalling the match. The torture rack, the train-like cross-body, my cock being drained, my body twitching over and over as I fade into unconscious.... I shake my head again to get out of that fog. "Okay, time for some forward thinking," I say. "What's next? There are more people like Havoc waiting to have their shot at ripping me apart, and honestly... This can't go on forever. I need to put up better fights, I need to get better."

I go to my room, change from the towel into some fresh clothes, and sit down at my desk and pop open my laptop.

As I'm researching local schools to find more training, I get an email ping from my own personal fitness trainer. "Hey Jackson, I heard about your most recent match. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for ya. Anyways, I know you're still that youthful, optimistic fighter I started to help all those years ago, so you've always been a forward thinker... Even if it's easy to get trapped in the fog at times. So, I wanted to propose to you an opportunity: travel and train around the world. You can train under various combat specialists, starting with some grappling and submissions wrestling tutors. If you're interested, get back to me. Thanks!"

I lean back from my laptop, thinking about the offer.. and next thing I know I write back to my coach, wanting to hear more. As I wait for the response, I take my laptop to the kitchen, place it nearby, and begin preparing my breakfast. As I prepare the eggs, I get a ping back, so I lower my stove's heat level and shift to my laptop. "Hey Jackson! I'm glad you're interested.. and don't worry, all the travel expenses are paid for, it's all under my name... It was my first intent to actually go on this trip, but I've got a lot of new clients coming in, so I thought this would be perfect for you... Anyways, your first two stops, Italy and Germany. There are two amazing wrestling experts I know, and after hearing about your most recent match, they'd be glad to take you in. The flight for Italy leaves tonight, so here is the plane ticket for that, the hotel you'll be staying at, and the person who'll be training you there."

An image and quick profile of the Italian trainer pops open. "Seilan, 31, 6'4", 225 lbs." Damn is he built, solid... And attractive. Eyes on the training Jax. I gulp a little... Is this going to be training or is he just gonna ragdoll me like Havoc?

I write back thanking my coach, and after I finish breakfast, I begin packing my bags for this training around the world. Later in the afternoon, I call a friend so they can drop me off at the airport. As I get into the airport, go through all the check-in procedures, I find a seat near my plane's gate, and meditate. More flashbacks of the destruction of Havoc. I hate to admit it, but he did break me. Not just my body, but my mind in more ways than one. My best wasn't good enough, and now I'm afraid to set foot back in an MMA cage. He put this fear in me... Maybe that's why I was so quick to accept this offer, to get away from these matches, the beatdowns. "You really thought you had a chance huh" the voice of Havoc echoes after he broke me... And then decided to really knock me out.

"NOW BOARDING THE FLIGHT TO ITALY. NOW BOARDING THE FLIGHT TO ITALY." I hear over the intercomms. As I walk to the boarding gate, I hand the people there my ticket, and continue walking into the plane. "Italy, Seilan, here I come," I think with determination.

Published: 2022-09-10, viewed 80 times.