The Strongest Man

The door locks behind me, and I am faced with Ana. When I hear the final click I leap across the arena with my right fist cocked to deliver my signature opening against a smaller opponent: a straight right. What I should have felt was Brazilian jaw against bare knuckle. What I did feel was the top of a Brazilian foot collide with my jaw in a well executed question mark kick. I didn't expect a woman of her size to be able to deliver such an impact, but I must confess I felt the kick in my knees. However, Ana isn't exactly used to an opponent like me.

Although the kick threw off my perception, it didn't change the momentum built in my massive body. My frame came careening into hers, resulting in her body now being squeezed between mine and the iron bars that made up the cage. I didn't waste this chance, wrapping my arms around her in a tight bear hug and lifting her straight from the ground in my crushing embrace. A woman from a culture of Vale Tudo wouldn't be surprised by this for long however.

Soon her forehead began jerking backwards and forwards, colliding against my chin again and again until I released her and shifted backwards in my kickboxing stance. She sought to keep up the pressure, shooting forward to attempt a single leg takedown. With her swiftness she managed to get a solid grip on my leg and attempt to **** me off of my feet.

She wasn't the first grappler to attempt this. Against an opponent so much larger, one thinks to knock them off balance easily. But those grapplers never held off the offensive attacks of a 150 kg rikishi in a sumo basho. With my feet planted, there couldn't be more than a few hundred people that can put me on my back, and Ana Tayane was not one of them. She was, however, one of the billions of people able to deliver a swift punch to my crotch, and she did so with much gusto.

The shot took me aback, quite literally, as I stumbled back even further until my back was against the cage. I felt my temper flare. I was driven all the way across the arena. This tiny, imperceptible, weak, FLEA, was driving me across an agreed upon battleground in a challenge. The audacity.

She threw another question mark kick, catching me on the jaw and sending me onto my knees. Once I had arrived to my knees she was on my in a flash, grabbing my arm and dragging me into a triangle ****. I admit that for a quarter of a second, I panicked, and that panic almost did me in. Her **** tightened into a squeeze and I felt why the called her to Constrictor; but my title was given for good reason too.

I threw my left arm forward until I could grip my right hand with my left. I swing her body up and over my head, slamming her face first into the steel bars of the cage. She may have driven me across the arena, but the wall she drove me against would be her undoing. She fell limp and ****. I grabbed her into my powerful arms and cradled her weakened form. She seemed so precious now. My prize. The walls fall and medics swarm to assist Ana.

She is roused back to consciousness and and checks out for no concussion.

Wonderful.