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« Last post by XIA on Today at 01:46:14 PM »The moment the pressure releases, I collapse backward onto the mat, pulling a deep, greedy breath of the cool locker room air into my lungs. I bring a hand up to massage the side of my neck, my chest heaving beneath my pink sports bra.
You completely caught me.
"You totally baited me into that transition," I admit, my voice a little raspy but laced with genuine respect.
I push myself up into a sitting position, crossing my legs in my pink leggings and brushing my messy red hair out of my face. I look over at your victorious grin and, despite my fiercely competitive nature, I can't help but shake my head. A matching, albeit slightly begrudging, smile tugges at the corners of my lips.
"Alright, alright, don't let it go to your head," I say, flicking a bead of sweat off my forehead toward you. "You got me this time, Kat. I underestimated how fast you could throw up those legs. Your ground game is definitely sharper than I gave you credit for."
I lean back on my hands, catching my breath as the adrenaline slowly starts to ebb, leaving behind the heavy, satisfying ache of a good scrap. I look around the empty, silent locker room, then back to you.
You completely caught me.
"You totally baited me into that transition," I admit, my voice a little raspy but laced with genuine respect.
I push myself up into a sitting position, crossing my legs in my pink leggings and brushing my messy red hair out of my face. I look over at your victorious grin and, despite my fiercely competitive nature, I can't help but shake my head. A matching, albeit slightly begrudging, smile tugges at the corners of my lips.
"Alright, alright, don't let it go to your head," I say, flicking a bead of sweat off my forehead toward you. "You got me this time, Kat. I underestimated how fast you could throw up those legs. Your ground game is definitely sharper than I gave you credit for."
I lean back on my hands, catching my breath as the adrenaline slowly starts to ebb, leaving behind the heavy, satisfying ache of a good scrap. I look around the empty, silent locker room, then back to you.
