Guysmiley's blog

I love it when an opponent comes into an event with a confident attitude that he is gonna take the other fellow apart. The Asian Assassin, as I will call him, and I have met several times over the years. Usually we grapple some and then gut punch. This visit was limited to gut punching as I am in the recuperation stage from a knee operation. I know what you're thinking, at his age it was probably a knee replacement. You couldn't be more wrong. The surgery was necessitated due to a small tear in the cartilage of my meniscus received by an accidental kick to the side of the knee while sparring during hour 7 of a much longer test for my Krav Maga Brown Belt.

It has been just under a year since AA and I last met. In my opinion, he has the same gorgeous body he has always had though he will be the first to argue with you about his looks and muscularity. We usually start by trading punches, each person throwing two while the other stands, hands over head. Back and forth, back and forth, until one can't return the punches any longer, in essence, submitting to the other. At this point, the puncher is free to do as he pleases.

Two things I noticed right off in this session with AA. His punches were harder, more practiced, and his ab core seemed stronger. I knew this after only going back and forth a couple of times. Maybe his words written a couple of weeks prior, that he would be the one taking me down this time, weren't just trash talk. I was going to have to pick up my game if I was going to be the undefeated victor.

Now, I'm not gonna pretend his punches don't have effect, for they most certainly do. He is muscular, taller than me, weighs more, and is a body builder type. After I had taken about 10 of his combination punches, I moved in close, clinching up with him. I did this on purpose to give my front abs a chance to rest from his power. Clinched to one side, we continued delivering battering blows, but more toward the side abs, under the floating rib. Eventually, we resumed the hands over the head routinue, delivering combinations of punches. I can't help but believe that AA noticed I wasn't handling his punches as well this time around. I think I may have even seen a slight smile on his lips as he continued to bash away AND stand against my own hard punches.

I clinched in again, saying, "damn your core is so much stronger this time." Now there was a definite smile. I neglected to say anything about how much better his punches were. No need to give him an unnecessary edge. After throwing a solid barrage of blows while in the clinch, we went back to the hands over head position. I decided it was time to up the anty and I started putting more power behind my punches, aiming each blow at the same sweet spot, his solar plexus. Back and forth, back and forth, and then I heard the long awaited sound I had come to identify as the beginning of the end of his abs. A nice low, sucking in, deep felt, moan. We were still going back and forth at this point, but I knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would bend. I redoubled my efforts.

It is such a sweet feeling when your opponent finally collapses, unable to continue punching, now only set to receive. Many would stop the punching at this point, one of them submitting to the other's prowess. This isn't the case with the two of us. We continue on at this point, the puncher being the one who says when the punishment will end. Putting my left arm under his right for support, I bring on the heavy guns, upper cuts each landing in the solar plexus zone. AA is moaning constantly now. He tried to back up to lessen the impact of my punches, but I am able hold him in place by the clinch I hold on one side. A couple of more punches, these literally lifting him off his feet, and I feel his weight, his knees no longer able to support him, and he starts to go down. A lesser man might let his opponent go down. Not me, I pull him back up, continuing the upper cuts. His breathing is now stilted, my fists digging in deeper and deeper. This time when his knees collapse, I can't support his full weight and I allow him to go to the floor, laying on his back. But that isn't the end, not by a long shot. Laying close against him, I trap his right arm up under his head, my body controlling his left arm. I then continue to punch his abs with my right while he lays there trying to escape the pain. "Stop. Stop," escapes his lips. I do for brief seconds, looking at his face. His lips are pursed, his eyes closed. I punch him a couple more times. "Shit. Fuck," he gasps out. Then I stop, massaging the destroyed abs gently, his breathing returning to normal, his countenance more relaxed. But that repose doesn't last long. "Time to get back up," I say, dragging him to his feet. Time for the barrage to start again.

Using the same arm lock as before, I start delivering crippling upper cuts, this time, each lifting him clear off his feet. Soon he is cursing with every punch until his knees collapse again. I left him go down the first time but wrap him up again, delivering more blows while he is prone on the floor. His moans and groans are heartfelt but they have little effect on me. I massage a bit, then punch. Apply a claw. He drools a little as he trys to resist. I love the feel of his destroyed muscle abs. There is no resistance left. He is totally mine. After a briefer break, I drag him back up again.

Delivering more upper cuts, his breathing is labored. Finally he collapses backwards onto the couch. "No more. No more," he says in broken breaths. I drag him off the couch onto the floor. Kneeling beside him, I drop hard blows into his prone abs. He tries to curl up to stop me, but I flatten him back out, delivering some more blows. His moans are those of a man in deep pain. Now it is I who smiles as he trys to fend me off and is unable to do it. My fists dig in deeper and deeper, even adding some of my own weight behind the blow, shoving into his musculature. He is done for, completely and unadulterated. I now sit over him and flex, showing him why he has lost once again. Lets just say at this point, it is "get the rocks off" time.

I always enjoy his visits and can hardly wait until his next. By that time, I my knee should be healed and we will add grappling with punches back into the fray.