Holy SHIT! Pudge has some legs! My hands go to her big thighs, desperately seeking relief but there is none. I really, really cannot breathe with my ribs at the cracking point. "Think Trish, THINK!" I tell myself, not panicking but in great fear that this match is going away fast. I gasp, gasp, sipping in little bits of air but not enough to help much. Then, in a moment of clarity, I dig into my opponent's gut with my perfectly manicured talons, applying the best double ab claw I can, curling my fingers into her flesh.
