Fierce by L.G. Kelso

Author:L.G. Kelso [Kelso, L.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"Megan 'the Wild One' Tiffs."

Jeff scooted the stool over so I could read the screen.

Megan Tiffs

5-0-0: win-lose-decision

Summary: takedowns

1 TKO, 4 submissions

135 pounds, 5'8

Based off five fights, she used submission/grappling eighty percent of the time, her striking twenty percent. She won the five fights, and none went to decision.

Her takedown rate was one hundred percent successful.

Shit.

My mind reeled. The best way to fight a grappler was make them box, but even my takedown defense had gotten crappy the past few years.

"Breathe, Tori," Jeff said. "I know she looks rough on the ground."

"That's where I suck. The ground."

"It's the only in I could get you, Tori." He stood behind me, looking at the computer screen over my shoulder. He patted me on the back.

"All right. We need a plan."

"I want you to watch her fights. Then, the next two weeks we are going to up your ground training and takedowns. At the month-out mark, we'll see how that's progressing and make a plan. And really, she's just got a solid wrestling background. Okay boxing. But nothing else, so her movement won't be confusing."

"She's going to want to take the fight to the ground. She'll know I like to keep it up."

"I know. So, we'll either decide to make a plan to keep it up or, depending how the ground training goes, if you are going to take it to the ground."

I nodded.

"I'm going to start Shane working a circuit." He patted me one more time and then headed toward the dojo.

"Max isn't here?"

"No. He's late," Jeff grumbled as he walked away.

The first video was already loaded on the computer. I pressed play.

She had a weak jab. She used it as a way to measure distance, as most of us did, but she rarely threw it for contact. Her cross was a little better, but her rear foot moved out weird.

No wonder she always took the fight to the ground.

I made mental notes as I watched.

Weak jab. Bad pivot on cross. She dropped her guard when she kicked, leaving her face exposed, and her weight distribution looked off. She kept too much weight on her back leg, so I could guess she didn't kick much.

That said, her takedowns were amazing. Swift, quick. Once her opponents were down, she controlled the fights. From top and her back. Her technique for locks was solid.

I warred with myself as I watched.

Part of the time, I watched and thought what I would do in that situation. Like, I used to think when preparing for a fight. Find the weakness, the pocket, and make the strategy.

Yet, every time she got someone in a lock, my panic welled up and my brain ceased making decisions.

As her last fight loaded, I grabbed the stack of notes Jeff had to the side. The first page had information about the fight.

Most of the fights were already matched, and I didn't recognize some of the fights. There were four names on the bottom of the page:

Brian Holmes

Andrew Johnson

Max Estrada

Will Bennet

"Jeff?" I jumped off the stool and hurried into the gym.

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