Post by Tiffany Masterson on Jul 27, 2008 22:54:09 GMT -5
It had been weeks since Tiffany was under the lights of the XWA. It was one of the most invigorating nights of her life when last she set foot in that ring, 20 minutes of pugilistic bliss against Marisol Cardinale, and it would all have been simply wonderful except for one very distinctive point...
...she lost.
That was a point that those she was currently using as sparring partners was all too familiar with at this point. Another of the hits the mat hard, clutching his arm in pain. Tiffany wore a long, flowing Japanese style training kimono. Her arms were up but restfulful, her posture was rigid but loose. She breaks her stance for a moment of reflection over the days events, brushing her hair to the side.
Honestly, is this the best training partners that could be found? Surely you men can topple an innocent little damsel like me, can't you? Where's your gumption!? Are you fighters or are you punching bags?
Her harsh words set one of these men, some of them aspiring to wrestle, some experienced in other combat sports, to lunge at her full force.
"I'll show you what I am you bitch!!!"
He dashes forward and unleashes a fist that is as straight and directed as an arrow to the heart. It would probably have knocked another person clean out cold, but Tiffany wasn't the typical person. She saw the attack coming almost in slow motion and immediately side stepped it. Using the poor fool own momentum to her advantage she grabbed his punching arm and used all of her strength to pull his weight up and over her body, demonstrating perfect form as she tossed him down to the mat below. Quickly she spun herself around his arm and fell back with both her hands locked around it to the mat, applying a tight armbar.
And what exactly were you showing me? How to give yourself up to a quick and embarrassing defeat perhaps?
She applied just enough pressure on the hold for him to scream in pain.
If that's the case then you are good at what you do. If you call yourself a fighter though...hmm hmm...I would have to beg to differ there. I could snap your arm right out of it's socket in this position if I wanted to...but I think the sight of your humiliation by my hands will be satisfaction enough for now.
Mercifully, she released her hold and casually rose to her feet. She outstretched her hand and a servant quickly dashed to her with a towel and a bottled water.
This training session is over. You will all be contacted concerning your payment for your..."services"...tomorrow. Now get out of my sight.
As her sparring team gathered their items and began to leave the gym, Wolfe emerged with some documents.
"M'Lady, you should be most interested in this. It would appear that the next XWA will be in New York City! Madison Square Garden as it were..."
Is that so? A place where many have made their names known throughout the world. The "world's most famous arena" in fact. Surely this will be a perfect place for me to return. Sadly I haven't found the single training method that can prepare me for a chance encounter with Marisol again, or another willing challenger. I suppose the best training is as they say "hands-on".
"Shall I book us a flight to New York then?"
Yes, please do. This will be an enjoyable holiday for sure, I just know it.
END
...she lost.
That was a point that those she was currently using as sparring partners was all too familiar with at this point. Another of the hits the mat hard, clutching his arm in pain. Tiffany wore a long, flowing Japanese style training kimono. Her arms were up but restfulful, her posture was rigid but loose. She breaks her stance for a moment of reflection over the days events, brushing her hair to the side.
Honestly, is this the best training partners that could be found? Surely you men can topple an innocent little damsel like me, can't you? Where's your gumption!? Are you fighters or are you punching bags?
Her harsh words set one of these men, some of them aspiring to wrestle, some experienced in other combat sports, to lunge at her full force.
"I'll show you what I am you bitch!!!"
He dashes forward and unleashes a fist that is as straight and directed as an arrow to the heart. It would probably have knocked another person clean out cold, but Tiffany wasn't the typical person. She saw the attack coming almost in slow motion and immediately side stepped it. Using the poor fool own momentum to her advantage she grabbed his punching arm and used all of her strength to pull his weight up and over her body, demonstrating perfect form as she tossed him down to the mat below. Quickly she spun herself around his arm and fell back with both her hands locked around it to the mat, applying a tight armbar.
And what exactly were you showing me? How to give yourself up to a quick and embarrassing defeat perhaps?
She applied just enough pressure on the hold for him to scream in pain.
If that's the case then you are good at what you do. If you call yourself a fighter though...hmm hmm...I would have to beg to differ there. I could snap your arm right out of it's socket in this position if I wanted to...but I think the sight of your humiliation by my hands will be satisfaction enough for now.
Mercifully, she released her hold and casually rose to her feet. She outstretched her hand and a servant quickly dashed to her with a towel and a bottled water.
This training session is over. You will all be contacted concerning your payment for your..."services"...tomorrow. Now get out of my sight.
As her sparring team gathered their items and began to leave the gym, Wolfe emerged with some documents.
"M'Lady, you should be most interested in this. It would appear that the next XWA will be in New York City! Madison Square Garden as it were..."
Is that so? A place where many have made their names known throughout the world. The "world's most famous arena" in fact. Surely this will be a perfect place for me to return. Sadly I haven't found the single training method that can prepare me for a chance encounter with Marisol again, or another willing challenger. I suppose the best training is as they say "hands-on".
"Shall I book us a flight to New York then?"
Yes, please do. This will be an enjoyable holiday for sure, I just know it.
END
