PetiteSela: I feel and hear the satisfying THUD of my shoulder slamming into your taut belly. I can feel you doubling over me as we stumble a couple steps right into the wall behind you and another welcoming THUD as your back finds the wall. Two slams for the price of one! Your body cushioning the blow for me a bit, I feel like I have the upper hand but immediately I feel your arms snaking around trying to grab at me already. Geez, maybe I didn’t knock any of the fight out of her yet.
I place my hands on the curve of your hips and push back pinning you to the wall for a second, opening a little space between us as your arms close around my head and neck, and I plant my feet under me. Tensing my legs I dive forward driving my shoulder towards your belly as I try to connect with the wall behind you.
I push and I scramble with my feet behind me like I am trying to run through you into the wall trying to knock some of the air and fight out of you. Let’s see if you kept up with your ab workouts. I think I am doing some damage because as I look down I see your perfectly manicured toenails curl and uncurl.
Pretty, I wonder if she did them herself or where she got them done. Who has time for that anyway?! Let me just knock some more air out of her!!
MishRocks: You know. for a petite girl, you…OOOOFH! your shoulder slams into my stomach, hurling us back, and sends my back crashing into the wall, followed by your body crashing into mine, with a secondary shoulder-to-stomach push. I immediately double over, processing pain, partially winded. My arms hanging down at my sides, I lift them a bit, trying to wrap them around your neck…as I do so, I feel you place your hands on my hips, pushing me back to the wall again, creating enough space for you to drive your shoulder into my stomach again. UUUUNH!….. Another gust of air shoot from my lungs, and as I try to suck air in, you continue to push into me, digging your feet behind you and into the mat, pressing your shoulder deeper into my abs, making inhalation almost impossible.
I abandon the idea of choking you via headlock. I need something more immediate—-I need to get you off me! I release your neck, which seems to empower you even more, as I feel a new surge from you as your shoulder digs in even deeper. A desperate move…one of which I’m not proud, but, hell, even though I entered this pool, this POLL, with somewhat obliviously, I find now, that I WANT TO WIN! Raising my arms up, interlocking my fingers over my head, I strain to lift my bruised torso off your back, and then….SLAM!!!! My clasped hands come crashing down, slamming right in between your shoulder blades, grazing the back of your neck. I’m hoping the end result is an 85-pound heap of bruise fallen at my feet…