The small of my back dips over the top rope before I quickly whip towards you...only to have my attack thwarted as both our bodies crash together. I let out a semi-pained grunt as your shoulder and chin drill into my chest and we stumble into the corner of the ring. Both of us struggle and twist into a clinch as the host slams CLACK CLACK CLACK on the canvas, signifying ten seconds remaining in the 1st Round.
As the referee separates us I am led to my corner, offering up a few playfully choice words your direction before sitting down on my stool and taking a quick swig of water. "Alright you're doing great! She is going to wear herself out with all those punches...you just need to look for your opening and drop her!" My manager whispers into my ear; trying to steady my breathing a bit before the ref ushers us back to the center of the ring and gets ready to start the next round.
