Thank you. We are no longer a team, I am not sure why exactly but I will certainly miss kicking his butt lol. Ps I did get permission to post a snippet of our event though. xx
1st Match 10/3
2nd Match 15/4
#rd Match 23/4
Here is the beginning of our 3rd match
JB an aesthetically and intellectually attractive 27 year old who likes to wrestle. RoR a relatively fit 44 year old who also likes to wrestle. The pair have met twice before. The fighting is simple, the getting along is simple.
The banter, RoR Gets a Message from JB.
JB: Let’s fight next week!?
RoR: Thursday?
JB: Thursday is good. And go for food after this time.
RoR: Yes, great.
JB: I have to win this one with pride.
RoR: Yes, for your pride. You will have to earn it, I won’t give it to you.
JB: I will earn the win.
RoR: I would like that to be honest, even the odds. I do prefer your smile to your sad glum defeated face.
JB: Haha, what? I have been your prey twice. Not again.
RoR: I have heard such words before. I do recall you under my foot, kicking you to the curb.
JB: I know heehee. I have no comeback.
RoR: I pinned your chest, threatened to drool on you.
JB: We will wear MMA gloves!
RoR: Oh are you angry? Wanting revenge?
JB: Yes, a little lol.
RoR: We are just fighting right? You wanted to scrap the cute stuff. So what are the stakes, what are we fighting for?
JB: If I win I want a fetlife story how I kicked your ass.
RoR: Oh really. Are you upset with anything else or just my physical dominance over you ��?
JB: Haha no.
RoR: Ok next Thursday as usual, with gloves. I’m pleased we had this talk. Night Punk!
JB: Night little one.
RoR: Meh!
JB: What if you win.
RoR: Frigged if I know. I am happy with gloating.
JB: My submissive side has an idea!
RoR: Oh you tease, you wanted to scrap that!
JB: Haha it’s all good, just MMA fight.
RoR: What’s your idea?
JB: To polish your RoR boots, but that won’t happen because I will win.
RoR: I will wear them. The desire to win just escalated immensely. I will brag also
JB: We will see.
RoR: You will be owned.
JB: Haha
RoR: You’re toast. Bahahaha, night Princess.
JB: Make sure in your cute story you add your talk from tonight.
RoR: Yeah where is your smack talk Bro?
JB: Bro???? Someone needs to be on their knees knowing there place.
RoR: Someone needs to earn their authority.
JB: Agreed! Get ready to get your ass kicked.
RoR: You sound like that other guy in your street, in your building to be precise.
JB: Cheeky!!
RoR: I’m bringing my Dubbin!
JB: ?
RoR: Boot polish.
JB: Pfft
RoR: That’s right, spit and polish.
JB: That’s a relief, I thought you were going to ask for my tongue.
RoR: I’m not having your grubby tongue on my boots.
Thursday The meet:
JB and RoR greet each other exchanging “hello” and “how are you” and “good”.
The two shared a hello hug and cheek kiss.
JB: Beautiful day for an ass kicking.
RoR: I wouldn’t want to do anything else. Look at you, growing some fuzz (as she touched his jaw line with a few quick short strokes)
JB: Yeah it’s warmer for winter.
RoR: It suits you. Hey, can we eat?
JB drove to a café he liked. RoR ordered JB did not.
“A bacon and egg roll and a small latte please”.
As the order was being prepared JB and RoR chatted about everyday things. They both listened and answered each other’s questions. When completed RoR took her order and they both went back to the car, JB drove to the apartment.
They exited the parked car and the two walked and talked happily and fast to JB’s first floor apartment.
RoR: Did you find your gloves?
JB: No.
RoR: Ok, no head shots then.
RoR finished her coffee and they continued talking about what they had been up to and such. JB readied the floor space and RoR went and changed into her hot pants and matching crop top. She felt the cool of the room but knew that wouldn’t last once they were a round or two into the match.
RoR bent forward so her head was in line with her knees and her hair was touching the ground, she gathered up her strands and tied them up into a high pony tail. Adrenaline caused her to nervously pace prior to their face off.
The match:
The two did their ceremonious slap and knuckle punch to signify they are ready to grapple.
In a half squat they side straddled each other anticipating an opening for an attack. Their forearms where outstretched and relaxed protecting their personal space. They hit at each other deflecting the other’s hands away while being prepared to grab at any given opportunity.
RoR jumps in for the attack, arm around JB’s shoulder, pushed him at his hip with hers and wrapped her leg around his for an outside trip. Rolling him down to the rug, she follows for a body pin and an Americana.
First Tap.
Getting up, they lent in for a knuckle punch, it’s on. RoR raises her left leg above JB’s stooped body, dragging him into herself. As he is falling RoR wraps the other leg in the crook of his neck just before he touches the ground she locks her legs for a triangle choke. On the ground she squeezes.
Tap two.
Knuckle punch, and they slap at each other’s hands, laughing and jeering each other on.
RoR: Come on, come get me boy!
RoR and JB throw gut punches. Then RoR connects a good side kick folding JB enough she puts her weight on him and to the floor JB goes. Before he lands, RoR has her legs locked around his middle for body scissors, scoops her arm for an under hook to form a kimura grip and squeezes.
Tap three.
The rounds continue. JB getting frustrated throws heavy gut and side punches, RoR just laughs. She is a monster.
Tap four…..tap seven.
JB must have been getting vexed, he was quiet. Somehow in the grapple JB managed to reef RoR’s arm behind her for a hammer lock.
“Tap, tap, tap. Good move. Bugger!” states RoR and grunts.
Britwrestler (24)
6/21/2020 12:33 PMGreat match
RhymeOrReason (0 )
6/22/2020 1:29 AM(In reply to this)
Thank you. We are no longer a team, I am not sure why exactly but I will certainly miss kicking his butt lol. Ps I did get permission to post a snippet of our event though. xx
f4leglock (11)
6/18/2020 10:46 PMGreat story!
RhymeOrReason (0 )
6/22/2020 1:30 AM(In reply to this)
Cheers for your comment x
RhymeOrReason (0 )
6/16/2020 6:14 AM1st Match 10/3
2nd Match 15/4
#rd Match 23/4
Here is the beginning of our 3rd match
JB an aesthetically and intellectually attractive 27 year old who likes to wrestle. RoR a relatively fit 44 year old who also likes to wrestle. The pair have met twice before. The fighting is simple, the getting along is simple.
The banter, RoR Gets a Message from JB.
JB: Let’s fight next week!?
RoR: Thursday?
JB: Thursday is good. And go for food after this time.
RoR: Yes, great.
JB: I have to win this one with pride.
RoR: Yes, for your pride. You will have to earn it, I won’t give it to you.
JB: I will earn the win.
RoR: I would like that to be honest, even the odds. I do prefer your smile to your sad glum defeated face.
JB: Haha, what? I have been your prey twice. Not again.
RoR: I have heard such words before. I do recall you under my foot, kicking you to the curb.
JB: I know heehee. I have no comeback.
RoR: I pinned your chest, threatened to drool on you.
JB: We will wear MMA gloves!
RoR: Oh are you angry? Wanting revenge?
JB: Yes, a little lol.
RoR: We are just fighting right? You wanted to scrap the cute stuff. So what are the stakes, what are we fighting for?
JB: If I win I want a fetlife story how I kicked your ass.
RoR: Oh really. Are you upset with anything else or just my physical dominance over you ��?
JB: Haha no.
RoR: Ok next Thursday as usual, with gloves. I’m pleased we had this talk. Night Punk!
JB: Night little one.
RoR: Meh!
JB: What if you win.
RoR: Frigged if I know. I am happy with gloating.
JB: My submissive side has an idea!
RoR: Oh you tease, you wanted to scrap that!
JB: Haha it’s all good, just MMA fight.
RoR: What’s your idea?
JB: To polish your RoR boots, but that won’t happen because I will win.
RoR: I will wear them. The desire to win just escalated immensely. I will brag also
JB: We will see.
RoR: You will be owned.
JB: Haha
RoR: You’re toast. Bahahaha, night Princess.
JB: Make sure in your cute story you add your talk from tonight.
RoR: Yeah where is your smack talk Bro?
JB: Bro???? Someone needs to be on their knees knowing there place.
RoR: Someone needs to earn their authority.
JB: Agreed! Get ready to get your ass kicked.
RoR: You sound like that other guy in your street, in your building to be precise.
JB: Cheeky!!
RoR: I’m bringing my Dubbin!
JB: ?
RoR: Boot polish.
JB: Pfft
RoR: That’s right, spit and polish.
JB: That’s a relief, I thought you were going to ask for my tongue.
RoR: I’m not having your grubby tongue on my boots.
Thursday The meet:
JB and RoR greet each other exchanging “hello” and “how are you” and “good”.
The two shared a hello hug and cheek kiss.
JB: Beautiful day for an ass kicking.
RoR: I wouldn’t want to do anything else. Look at you, growing some fuzz (as she touched his jaw line with a few quick short strokes)
JB: Yeah it’s warmer for winter.
RoR: It suits you. Hey, can we eat?
JB drove to a café he liked. RoR ordered JB did not.
“A bacon and egg roll and a small latte please”.
As the order was being prepared JB and RoR chatted about everyday things. They both listened and answered each other’s questions. When completed RoR took her order and they both went back to the car, JB drove to the apartment.
They exited the parked car and the two walked and talked happily and fast to JB’s first floor apartment.
RoR: Did you find your gloves?
JB: No.
RoR: Ok, no head shots then.
RoR finished her coffee and they continued talking about what they had been up to and such. JB readied the floor space and RoR went and changed into her hot pants and matching crop top. She felt the cool of the room but knew that wouldn’t last once they were a round or two into the match.
RoR bent forward so her head was in line with her knees and her hair was touching the ground, she gathered up her strands and tied them up into a high pony tail. Adrenaline caused her to nervously pace prior to their face off.
The match:
The two did their ceremonious slap and knuckle punch to signify they are ready to grapple.
In a half squat they side straddled each other anticipating an opening for an attack. Their forearms where outstretched and relaxed protecting their personal space. They hit at each other deflecting the other’s hands away while being prepared to grab at any given opportunity.
RoR jumps in for the attack, arm around JB’s shoulder, pushed him at his hip with hers and wrapped her leg around his for an outside trip. Rolling him down to the rug, she follows for a body pin and an Americana.
First Tap.
Getting up, they lent in for a knuckle punch, it’s on. RoR raises her left leg above JB’s stooped body, dragging him into herself. As he is falling RoR wraps the other leg in the crook of his neck just before he touches the ground she locks her legs for a triangle choke. On the ground she squeezes.
Tap two.
Knuckle punch, and they slap at each other’s hands, laughing and jeering each other on.
RoR: Come on, come get me boy!
RoR and JB throw gut punches. Then RoR connects a good side kick folding JB enough she puts her weight on him and to the floor JB goes. Before he lands, RoR has her legs locked around his middle for body scissors, scoops her arm for an under hook to form a kimura grip and squeezes.
Tap three.
The rounds continue. JB getting frustrated throws heavy gut and side punches, RoR just laughs. She is a monster.
Tap four…..tap seven.
JB must have been getting vexed, he was quiet. Somehow in the grapple JB managed to reef RoR’s arm behind her for a hammer lock.
“Tap, tap, tap. Good move. Bugger!” states RoR and grunts.
JB: Didn’t you like that?
RoR: No, it messed up my streak!!!
They both laughed.