Ana takes control

As I heard the lock of the cage door click, I turn and recieve the flying knee of Ana Tayane.

Have you ever felt the impact of a 68 kg woman's knee flying through the air making direct contact with your nose? It's ungodly.

When your nose is crushed the body's immediate physical response is to cause your eyes to water, which is exactly what happened here. While my vision was impaired she delivered a swift kick that was unfortunately aimed at the aforementioned bulge in my trunks. As any man will tell you, this was enough to drop me to my knees.

Before I can recover I hear the whooshing of cloth as she rushed behind me, grabbed my wrist, and launched her form into an arm bar meant to drag me all the way to the ground.

Of course.... I say meant to.

When I am in such intense white hot gut wrenching pain as I was, my body has **** but to dump adrenaline into my bloodstream. When she grasped my wrist my adrenal gland had already fired so that when she tried to drag me to the ground, she was stopped. My powerful arm, nearly as thick as her waist, held her in place. I heard the crowd gasp and her body tighten as she refused to believe what was happening. Until now that combo had felled the majority of her opponents with ease, or at least left her in a dominant position for the rest of the fight. But now, she was sailing through the air, still desperately clutching my arm, as I swung her in an arc overhead aimed at smashing her face into the ground.

Luckily for her she was no amateur. At the top of my arc she released my arm, took her feet, and smacked a quick roundhouse against my face. I was knocked back, creating the next opening she needed to continue the grapple. Son of a bitch grapplers are a pain.

She grabbed my hand, and wrenched it into a brutal wrist lock, before using her shoulder to pin me to the ground. I wrapped my free arm around her, gripped her jacket, and succeeded in breaking her hold on my wrist. When she moved back in I lashed out wildly, keeping her at bay long enough for me to shoot up and tackle her, granting me a full mount. I raise my fist in the air and bring it crashing down like a hammer, drawing a line from the heavens to her skull. But I stop just short.

"Yield!" I yell at her. She looks shocked for a moment, before I hear her whisper.

"Fuck you, you overgrown cocksucking piece of -"

I throw a right cross at her chin and she's out.