segunda-feira, 28 de outubro de 2019
sexta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2019
little boy dominates a huge girl and submits her by a wicked triangle choke
This boy can beat a girl much bigger than him, using good technique. I think she must have even been embarrassed
quinta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2019
My testimonials (Friend)
hi. I'm passing the fight data to my head. I divided it into 3 segments: the challenge, the fight itself, and what happened next. I am still attaching a supplement, in the end, to ideas that came to me after I wrote that will help you get in the mood.
Before
The celebration party was (and still is) traditional in the Physiotherapy Course. When the veterans came to us to schedule the event we were about 3 weeks in class. We were still meeting. In the trotting ritual each freshman was required to show some kind of talent, singing, dancing, voice acting, telling jokes, etc. Then I propose a catfight tournament. The boys loved it, of course. The girls have taken refuge. Then I extrapolated teasing my colleagues. When I ran my hand over Karen's face saying "Doesn't even the shorty here want to face me?" to general surprise she bumped into it. But bumped into it. The meeting would take place on April 20, about 3 weeks later. Evidently the big attraction of the party became the freshman fight. At intervals the boys would both take us by the shoulders and touch breasts to breasts to increase antagonism. It was a joke to them, but we were both in a fight. You will see that we had a fight in the shape of a fight. At this stage they created the "artistic" names of Carmen-Pantera and Karen-Tigresa. I (and I think everyone) was sure I would win. You know, the possibility of defeat didn't cross my mind.
The fight
The venue: Toca do Jacaré where the freshman reception parties were and continue to be held. At the time of the fight we went to a corner next to the soccer field.
Support: The Brotherhood was in "gestation" and collaborated with ideas and material. This fight was later recognized as the 1st Brotherhood fight. What glory huh?
The Judge: Katia, a senior student who practiced karate.
The Preparation: We both had a briefing session with Katia at her gym.
The rules: 3m rounds. Points for felling and holding of 10s. There was no mention of other restrictions or the number of robberies. This gave us both freedom to fight in the fight. And that's what happened.
My belief: I was looking forward to the moment and was sure I would win. Little donkey, no?
The "Friends": We arrived very early and as the Toca is very big, some colleagues encouraged me to go see the attractions of the place. So I walked, walked, walked. At lunch the ## ** # * suggested me try this and that (stuffing my tripe) and drinking. Dumb as I am, I fell straight.
The crowd: present (not all) freshmen, veterans, teachers and people outside our group who knew there was going to be a girl fight and went to see it. Would you go? Rsss.
All the men cheering for the "little doll", natural. The girls from our class, too, because I had defied them all. The other women cheered discreetly for me. They wanted to see the dismantled Barbie. Woman "hates" another prettier, you know that?
What I only knew later: Karen did ballet and that was decisive in standing and endurance. And I later learned that she returned to the gym several times to train. I found out too late, don't you think?
In the locker room: There was no dialogue. It was both of us and the judge to examine nails, earrings, etc. We got naked (liked it?) And put on the swimsuits. We were tense and frowning. An intriguing detail is that there were few hooks and we ended up hanging the two panties on the same hook and the two bras on another hook. Today, the swimsuits, panties and bras are part of the Museum of the Brotherhood. You want to see ?
Finally the fight: Kátia led us to the canvas and the thing started. To everyone's surprise Karen was very fast and dominated the fight standing up. Being shorter she was easier to pick up behind my knee, raise my leg and knock me down. On the floor, as I was much bigger and stronger, I could immobilize. In the 3rd round she was oriented to avoid ground fighting. She would knock me over and walk away. So she was firing on the score. Her fans were crazy. By the 10th round (1/2 hour effective fight) I realized I was completely exhausted in her hands. I tried one last alternative: attack with punches. But she was still whole and it was hard for me to get it right. And her fans started a choir: "In the face Karen .. in the face Karen".
She gave up on knocking me over to score points and set off for the boxer. I was reeling and she hit several punches. By the break of the 14th round my nose was bleeding and I headed for the locker room. And I cried a lot there.
Then the "dignified" judge accompanied me saying that the fight would end at that moment. Needless to say, her fans had the biggest carnival right now.
Liked ? It's the fight was fantastic.
Before
The celebration party was (and still is) traditional in the Physiotherapy Course. When the veterans came to us to schedule the event we were about 3 weeks in class. We were still meeting. In the trotting ritual each freshman was required to show some kind of talent, singing, dancing, voice acting, telling jokes, etc. Then I propose a catfight tournament. The boys loved it, of course. The girls have taken refuge. Then I extrapolated teasing my colleagues. When I ran my hand over Karen's face saying "Doesn't even the shorty here want to face me?" to general surprise she bumped into it. But bumped into it. The meeting would take place on April 20, about 3 weeks later. Evidently the big attraction of the party became the freshman fight. At intervals the boys would both take us by the shoulders and touch breasts to breasts to increase antagonism. It was a joke to them, but we were both in a fight. You will see that we had a fight in the shape of a fight. At this stage they created the "artistic" names of Carmen-Pantera and Karen-Tigresa. I (and I think everyone) was sure I would win. You know, the possibility of defeat didn't cross my mind.
The fight
The venue: Toca do Jacaré where the freshman reception parties were and continue to be held. At the time of the fight we went to a corner next to the soccer field.
Support: The Brotherhood was in "gestation" and collaborated with ideas and material. This fight was later recognized as the 1st Brotherhood fight. What glory huh?
The Judge: Katia, a senior student who practiced karate.
The Preparation: We both had a briefing session with Katia at her gym.
The rules: 3m rounds. Points for felling and holding of 10s. There was no mention of other restrictions or the number of robberies. This gave us both freedom to fight in the fight. And that's what happened.
My belief: I was looking forward to the moment and was sure I would win. Little donkey, no?
The "Friends": We arrived very early and as the Toca is very big, some colleagues encouraged me to go see the attractions of the place. So I walked, walked, walked. At lunch the ## ** # * suggested me try this and that (stuffing my tripe) and drinking. Dumb as I am, I fell straight.
The crowd: present (not all) freshmen, veterans, teachers and people outside our group who knew there was going to be a girl fight and went to see it. Would you go? Rsss.
All the men cheering for the "little doll", natural. The girls from our class, too, because I had defied them all. The other women cheered discreetly for me. They wanted to see the dismantled Barbie. Woman "hates" another prettier, you know that?
What I only knew later: Karen did ballet and that was decisive in standing and endurance. And I later learned that she returned to the gym several times to train. I found out too late, don't you think?
In the locker room: There was no dialogue. It was both of us and the judge to examine nails, earrings, etc. We got naked (liked it?) And put on the swimsuits. We were tense and frowning. An intriguing detail is that there were few hooks and we ended up hanging the two panties on the same hook and the two bras on another hook. Today, the swimsuits, panties and bras are part of the Museum of the Brotherhood. You want to see ?
Finally the fight: Kátia led us to the canvas and the thing started. To everyone's surprise Karen was very fast and dominated the fight standing up. Being shorter she was easier to pick up behind my knee, raise my leg and knock me down. On the floor, as I was much bigger and stronger, I could immobilize. In the 3rd round she was oriented to avoid ground fighting. She would knock me over and walk away. So she was firing on the score. Her fans were crazy. By the 10th round (1/2 hour effective fight) I realized I was completely exhausted in her hands. I tried one last alternative: attack with punches. But she was still whole and it was hard for me to get it right. And her fans started a choir: "In the face Karen .. in the face Karen".
She gave up on knocking me over to score points and set off for the boxer. I was reeling and she hit several punches. By the break of the 14th round my nose was bleeding and I headed for the locker room. And I cried a lot there.
Then the "dignified" judge accompanied me saying that the fight would end at that moment. Needless to say, her fans had the biggest carnival right now.
Liked ? It's the fight was fantastic.
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