EXCUSE ME!!!! Did you really just call me Trailer Trash! You listen you pudgy little pig! You want a fight? Now lets fight bitch!
My sharp hard elbow has the effect I desired. I hear you yip out in pain and feel you quickly give up on your holds. I start to straighten my body up to jump ontop of you but before I can I feel my strong abs getting clocked by your foot. I gasp as the wind is knocked out of me but before I can catch my breath I get caught in the chest with another one of your kicks. Flying back my innate gymnastic skills kick in and as I fall back I flick my legs back and do a reverse summersault away from you giving us some space then quickly scramble back up to my knees. Now I am pissed! My emotions are starting to race. My heart is beating harder and faster and every time I look at you I anger escalates breathing harder and adrenalin seems to be kicking in again. I glare at you! So answer me bitch! You want to fight now! Lets fight! I see you raise to your knees. I spring foward doing a front summersault putting me face to face with you. My left hand shoots into that pony tail of yours and starts yanking, shaking and ripping it loose. My right fist clinched tight and the drive it into your pudgy belly!!! You want to kick me in my stomach bitch! Tic for tack bitch!!!