Fronthand

I bring my massive left hand up, fingers uncurled and palm facing inward. As he continued to strike at me and kick at me, I drew my hand back with a quick jerk. As he realized what I was doing and sought to get away, I stepped on his left foot using my right foot and grabbed his left wrist with my right hand. His motion halted, I bent my elbow slightly before launching a powerful slap, pulling with all of the might my chest and biceps had to offer.

Taanvi was spun around by the impact, making him slump against the bars and begin to slide down. Before he could, I slammed my body against his, pressing him into the bars with excruciating pain. I placed one hand on the back of his head to keep him pinned as I savagely tore his shorts off. As he felt the fabric tear he began to realize the gravity of the situation, and finally gained enough sense to continue slipping down the bars and between my legs, bringing his fist up to connect with my testicles.

It was a grazing shot but painful none the less, so I kicked out to send him tumbling across the ground. Now nude, he perched on all fours with a feral look in his eye, as if he was now hell bent on eating me. I'd seen this reaction before in his kind, underground fighters, for whom fighting is their primary means of survival.

His most basic fighting instincts kicked in as he once again took up his stance. I tried to approach but his kicks would sail inches from my nose. It appears in his delirious state, all of his blows were aimed at victory, but his aim was atrocious. With only some minor sidestepping, bobbing, and weaving, I was avoiding the bulk of this experienced strikers punches and checking every kick.

He suddenly dashed in to attempt a leaping left hook aimed at my jaw. I stepped into his punch while shifting to his right side, bringing his body colliding with mine, thereby allowing me to wrap him in my crushing bear hug pinning his arms to his sides. I hear him wheeze as his lungs are too compressed to intake oxygen and I feel his body struggle against mine.

He struggles, and struggles, until I feel a faint tapping sensation on my leg. The ceiling of the cage shot up and dropped the walls, as happened for my last victory.

"It's over!" The announcer cries as I drop Taanvi. Apparently the tap I felt indicated his surrender. Wonderful.

I am once more overcome with the pleasure that accompanies complete physical domination. The crowd is uproarous, truly impressed by my display of strength today. Without doubt my opponent was the superior technical striker. But my jaw proved sturdier, and my muscles proved more powerful.

I am the Strongest Man.