You step into our little arena, lean forward, and start circling me. I follow your movements, watching your full breasts jiggle with every step.
You hold out your spread fingers and challenge me to a test of strength.
Just like almost every American fighter does.
All right, I'll give her what she wants, I think to myself and grasp your hands with mine.
I have an evil plan as our hands lock together.
We start pushing each other back and forth, testing how strong the other is.
Until the moment when I suddenly pull you toward me, my knee shoots up, and I ram it hard into your abdomen.