Dylan

When Riley threw out that my precious jewel was into underground fighting, I damn near lost it. Don’t get me wrong, watching her in that ring at the gym that one time was a learning experience. She and Riley told us that she had been going to the gym since she was 14, which I thought was suitable for a girl. I thought she had learned some primary self-defense, but I was wrong. My precious jewel had taken gymnastics classes when she was young, thanks to her mother. The gym she, I, and the guys now frequent has some of everything. MMA, self-defense, kickboxing, martial arts, and cross fit are just a few of its programs. I had mixed feelings as I watched my precious jewel in that ring. I wanted to jump in there and beat the shit out of the guy swinging at her, but on the flip side, watching her had that guy his ass turned me on. She might be tiny, but I wouldn’t want to piss her off. Ok, fine, I would let her throw me around anytime. She is welcome to use some of those leg hold