I knew going I that this would be a hell of a match. You are strong, you are skilled, and you are arrogant as hell. However, the same can be said of me! As we struggle, maneuvering, struggling, others watching our clash, I am beating you. Slowly, surly, intensely I am wrapping you up under me, taking control, and I love it! Until...
You slam your fist into my right foot so hard I see stars, then again, then a third time. With the the third blow I know I have to get back before you break something, but I am so mad I see red. As my hold loosens, I hold your head under me and slam my right knee up hard into your jaw. The ref has started moving in as you punched my foot, and with my brutal knee to your jaw she pulled us apart.
I step back, eyes locked on you as your friends and mine scream, yell, accusing each other of cheating. I rub my right foot, toes as the ref gives a speech about rules and some such bullshit. Why she waves us back in I crouch, eyes locked on yours as I circle you, stalking you. "Bitch" I mouth as we circle. Yt