Ajax Attacks

My course is swift and immediate. One step takes me halfway across the cage as I prepare to deliver my devastating right, but the Hellcat is crafty. She takes a short step forward, completely interrupting my path and preventing me from launching my straight. I am taken aback, and she uses that opportunity to deliver two swift hooks that catch me in my liver. The pain is immediate but not debilitating.

My hips drop and I shoot for the takedown but she is ready for me. As my hips drop, so do hers, and she meets my takedown with her own counter, before sweeping my legs off balance. She has just enough weight and strength to put me down to a knee, but I slam my right arm down, pinning her arm beneath. She is brought to the ground with me.

Andrea realizes her peril, her eyes shooting wide. The Hellcat is a damn fine grappler. Probably top 50 in the continental US. But she knows better than to wrestle me on the ground if she isn't on top. She brings up her left hand to grab my hair before bringing her right fist in for a savage hockey punch.

It hurts. Fuck it hurts. Am I bleeding? Doesn't matter. This is awesome.

A smile creeps across my face as I similarly grab a fistful of her hair and deliver my own right, but she can't brush it off so easily. She's obviously dazed, and I take the opportunity to get back to my feet and fully recover my senses. As I move out of her reach she rolls backwards and pops up to her feet, resting her back against the cage. My back is similarly pressed against the opposite wall.

I am now aware the crowd is losing its mind. The flurry of activity and the fact that someone was finally going blow for blow against the Strongest Man left them in a frenzy. My smile is wide, as is Andrea's.

We hear the crowd but we never break eye contact with one another. It felts so good to dance with a friend again, someone that knows all the steps and can hear the music just like I do. She nods. I nod. The dance resumes with gusto!

Her speed is incredible, her form is impeccable. I am met in the middle of the cage when she delivers a Superman punch that threatens to take my head off. It connects solidly with my cheek. When it connects, I manage to capture her now outstretched arm, allowing me to wrench it behind her in a hammer lock. I twist her arm until she cries out. We both shift forwards as I try to **** her into the cage, but she plants a foot against the bars and kicks us backwards, her landing on top of me and twisting her body around to relieve the pressure on her arm. Now she is on top with a full mount, and now it is my turn to panic.

When we were together I had seen her mount dozens of people, and not a single one could escape. This cowgirl knew how to ride, and it didn’t take long before the blows were coming.

I pull in my guard tight as she continues raining down devastating strikes on my arms. Enduring these blows, I wait for her to take a brief pause, in which I reached my long arms around her and bring her against me in a crushing embrace. She struggled viciously to get out and I can’t help but chuckle at the sight of this powerful fighter helpless in the arms of the strongest man.

Laughing was a bad idea. She feels my laughter and pauses her struggles to look up at me. I see the eyes of the Hellcat burn a little brighter for the briefest moment, before she swung her head back and then forward, catching me directly on my eye with her forehead. I can’t help but let go, and she returns to raining blows down on my now splintered guard.

She’s strong. She’s fast. She’s a disciplined martial artist and she is more than willing to fight dirty.