Press your advantage

Everything is going perfectly for you. Ryan is still cradling his nuts against the wall and watching your every move cautiously. Perhaps even... fearfully. Although, that might just be your imagination.

"Planning to stay up against that wall for the rest of the match Ryan? Why don't you just give up now and save your future children?" You taunt with a big smile.

"Shut it bitch. I'm going to teach you to respect me and fear me" Ryan responds.

You don't like his attitude, so you start moving forward and plan to finish while he's weakened. You walk up to him unguarded, just to rub in that he couldn't fight back right now even if he wanted. Cradling those pathetic testicles and all.

"Hmmm how should I finish you off? Maybe knock you out with a good kick to the head? Or a kick to the nuts? Maybe a submission hold?" You muse out loud.

You get no response from Ryan as you continue to approach him. As soon as you walk within a few feet of him, Ryan suddenly launches forward and catches you completely off guard. Maybe that knee to the nuts didn't land nearly as well as you thought it did. You try to launch a knee into his face as he lunges towards you, but you don't have much room and your knee only connect weakly with his abdomen. Ryan locks his arms around your waist and throws you to the mat, before mounting you and throwing his fists towards your face.

You gasp as your back slams into the mat, knocking the breath out of you. Luckily you've been in this position before and are able to maintain enough posture and sense to immediately protect your head from Ryan's incoming fists. Your already sore forearms absorb more punishment before Ryan changes targets and slams a fist into your exposed midsection. You grit your teeth into your mouthguard to avoid crying out in pain from the hard hit.

Ryan pauses for a moment after that solid blow.

"Not so tough now are you? Stupid bitch. You really thought one knee was enough to take me down? Of course not. See, this is why women shouldn't step into the octagon with men. It always is going to end like this. One more pretty face fucked up!" He exclaimed condescendingly before throwing another fist towards your face. This one managed to sneak past your guard and catches your left cheek, causing a burning pain to flow through the rest of your face.

"Maybe I'll even get a head start on what's gunna come later tonight" You hear him say above you, wondering what he means. You don't wonder long as you feel his palm on your left tit, groping you through your thin sports bra.

You see red as he continues to feel for another second before you see your opening. His distraction causes his secure hold on you to falter momentarily, and you do not hesitate to take full advantage of that opening. You shove outwards with your arms as hard as you can on his chest, lifting him off of you and into the air. In that same motion, you use the newly creation space between your bodies to bring your knee to your chest and utilize your well shaped thigh muscles to launch your right heel as hard as you can directly between his parted legs.

Your hard heel connects with both testicles and this time all the **** is transferred directly into his nuts. You can feel the squishy orbs trapped between his bony pelvis and your heel as you continue to spring your leg upwards, lifting him in the air via your heel to his nuts.

Ryan makes a sound similar to a squeaky rubber duck as his body is propelled into the air by your heel alone. He can feel his entire body weight putting even more pressure on his nuts alongside your powerful upwards kick. For him, it's absolute hell. He feels like both his balls are going to burst at any moment as he feels them flatten between his legs, approaching the point of destruction. All he can feel is the incredible pain launching throughout his body from between his legs for a few moments that feel like forever before you complete your motion and fling his body over yours.

He lands with an audible thud on the mat face first, where he proceeds to lay whimpering and shaking. He couldn't help it. He couldn't stop the pathetic noises he was making from leaving his lips. He couldn't control his shaking body. All he could do was try to stay conscious among the unbearable agony.

You get back to your feet and gaze down at him, considering how you want to finish him off.