CThru.com Presents Tony Ward

Posted by: Gunsmoke
I admit it. I went into my first Mixed Martial Arts tournament with a closed mind and a prejudiced point of view. I am a pacifist. I hate fighting. ( Can’t stand ice hockey for the same reason. Who likes the looks of blood oozing down the ice anyway?) But I went. I promised myself to watch at least one of the twelve matches and try to understand what the hype was about this Brazilian Judo stuff anyway.
The first bout left me cold. It was more like boxing than judo. The fighters were stiff and uncertain in their moves. Some kind man explained to me that this was the amateur hour and if I waited patiently it would improve. I sat. I waited. Several more fights followed. Each got a little more interesting as the boxing was combined with kick boxing and then wrestling. Each match became more titillating as the bodies of the fighters improved. It was like watching one of those before and after ads for how to tone up a flabby physique. By the end of the evening when the experienced amateurs and professionals climbed into the cage I was finally looking at some male pulchritude I could appreciate.

I think what I saw was as close to human cock fighting as I will ever experience. A relatively small cage kept the two fighters and the referee from fleeing out the door. They were captives in a cage with nothing to do but test each others agility and endurance. Their bodies were cut, ripped, toned and beautiful to behold. They were so full of energy that it literally burst from their pores. They danced around each other getting the feel of the ring and the moves of their opponents. And then they dove…straight into each others torsos and I was hooked!
Arms flailed and legs wrapped around waists in scissor grips. Bodies were slammed into the floor and rolled against the wall of the cage. I was sitting on the edge of my seat. I was standing. I was experiencing each thrust, each grab, each roll. I could see the sweat. I could feel it on my own body. I groaned when it seemed the pain was too much to bear. Oh my god! I was groaning out loud. It was as visceral and sexual a sensation as I had experienced in public. Then it was over and I was exhausted. I can’t truthfully say I enjoyed watching the bloody nose as one fighter pummeled another. But I can say that I was fascinated in a macabre way. This was an experience. Like watching a dance or being caught up in the thrill of the crowd. I’m still trying to understand my reactions and my emotions. Maybe in time I will. I just know that I saw something physically moving and thoroughly exciting….in a cage…with controlled violence. It was awesome.