Clinch, Left Knee, Right Knee, Push Kick for distance and hooking right kick to the side of the head… and down.

“Next”

Circle, circle, circle. Snap kick, right hook left hook, uppercut. Shoot in and take the mount and pound, pound, pound. Raining down elbows and throwing bolo punches. He gave the arm. Take the arm, Cross Arm bar…. Tap tap tap
Stand, wipe face, pick up opponent…

“Next”

He shoots. She stuffs and shoves him away. Circle, Circle, measuring punches and a couple of test kicks. He has reach, she ducks, delivers a punch to the diaphragm, left uppercut, right cross. He kicks, it lands, it hurts. She shoots, and pushes him to ground, jockey for position. Gets the arm again, Goes for a Kimora this time, hooking the leg behind his and locking in the Kimora on his left arm… tap tap tap

“Nope, that’s it…” she says as she helps up the man, and looks to the next person to get into the ring, waving him off. Enough practicing tonight and she made her way back to the locker room.

Her shower was longer than normal tonight. She heard several people come and go, one even asked her if she was okay. Jill recognized the woman, had seen her at the gym a few times. The chick was really helpful, kinda reminds Jill of Martha. So the blue haired lady turns off the water and grabs a towel. “Actually, I am pretty hungry, did you wanna grab a bite.” Jill asks the lady.

“Sure I’d like that.”

Jill dresses and throws her wet hair into a pony tail and follows out her dinner, er, new friend.

After a couple hours, some food, some wine, and Jill stopping in the ladies room for a polite vomiting, the two ladies went for a walk. Jill talked back and forth, shared some stories and made polite conversation. Jill had been flirting a subtly… yeah subtly right… and told her date that Jill is into girls. So anyway the lady didn’t have a problem with that. Said she had done some experimenting but was in a relationship now and blah blah blah. Jill just nodded stopping listening a while ago. So anyway Jill started walking her meal back to the car. They exchange phone numbers, hug and then boom fangs, blood, passion, orgasm, moaning and unconsciousness.
Jill finishes up her feeding, cleaned up the wound and drove the car to the chicks home. Once there she knocks on the door, explains to the boyfriend that she had had a bit too much to drink, blah blah, lie lie cover ass.

As Jill got back to her place she sat on the couch and sighed deeply. Bored. God damn bored, that’s what she was. Jill needed to do something exciting or this rut was just gonna keep getting deeper…