Yes we have both been jabbing, frustrated that neither can really land a blow, yes my tit moved completely from my bra, but just like my earlier strike to your shoulder was barely worth a mention. I see frustration in your face, I train for this and I genuinely know I am the better fighter, I tell ,shelf concentrate, concentrate, be patient, in fact for a few minutes I have you backing up.The crowd telling me stop playing hit the bitch babe, more annoyed that I cannot land a decent blow. Whilst your fist struck hard my mid section is used to blows as no doubt yours is, so it hurt a bit but I am surprised my pussy moistens and my nipples poke erotically into my bra.
As we circle in the wry late hot sun, the dust on our heeled boots and stockings, desperate to punch you hard just anywhere, I try harder and harder to land a blow, so much so I am frustrated and instead of defending I concentrate near fully on attack, defence is secondary, frustrated more and more I do notice bulges in the crowds pants.
After minutes of looking like I was the woman most likely to get past the others defences first and strike a blow I see the jab for my head I think too easy, then Agghhh grunt I feel you plant a fist in my mid section just above the band area of my skirt, my body moves ina way that the crowd knows it was a solid blow, they know we are both fighters and we can take blows like that but it is a minor victory, bragging right for you, I am more ashamed than hurt.
I snarl OK BITCH YOU GOT LUCKY, Circling we jab and jab, I have to get a blow in, I again glance your shoulder but I know it is nothing compared you landed the first real punch you landed above the band in my skirt and I am even more frustrated I cannot just slam a fist into you like all the other girls I easily beat up.
Women who hate me cheer you on ever wilder, my mainly male fans cheer me get Karen back…I SCREAM I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT BITCH
