We are both kneeling and taking a very brief moment to catch our breaths. Both of our chests heaving as we gasp for air. The intensity of the fight is starting to wear both of us down. My fans loved seeing me restrict and control your body in the middle of the pit during our last exchange. Beating you at your own game and winning the ground game was huge for me, something I've struggled at in our last fights but it definitely took a lot of energy and strength out of me. I know your angry and emotional from me stripping you naked and having my fans laugh and roar with approval. It's a gamble but a calculated one and I am fully expecting you to retaliate. As our eyes lock and I throw your shredded bikini top at you and it doesn't take long for you to lunge at me. I am ready for it, so I thought. I instinctively lean and shift my weight to my right but then I feel another jolt of excruciating pain shoot through my right thigh, with the adrenaline and being caught up in such a battle I momentarily forgot how injured my right thigh is. The pain certainly reminds me as I yelp out from the tender pain! The brief hesitation is all you need to be able to get one of your claws into my wet hair and the other on my bikini top. Our wet sweat slicked bodies collide with a SLAP and the sound echo's through the pit and over the high def sound system. The crowd erupts and now on their feet as they can sense the desperation from both of us to gain control deep into this fight. I crash onto the pink mat and my back hits with a thud. Your momentum sends your body crashing on top of me. I instinctively shoot my left hand into the back of your hair and yank, pull and pry your head back while my right hand balls up in a fist and I throw a side hammer fist to the left side of your ribs. Being on my back and throwing a side of punch I know it doesn't have much power to it but its more of an instinct to let you know I will continue to attack your ribs just like earlier in the fight. Yt
