We circle one another, eyes narrowed into angry slits, and after you taunt me with your empty threat I say, "You bleach blonde bitch, the only words that will matter coming from your big mouth will be your tearful surrender, followed by your admitting I'm you're superior!" But even as the last word leaves my lips, I see you hand flash out for a slap. How clumsy, I think, dismissive of your opening move even as I raise my arm to easily block it. But it's only then that I realize how crafty you are, as you reveal your feint, throwing your fist into my solar plexus. I give a loud and involuntary gasp of pain and stumble back a step, momentarily shocked.
But then you squander your sudden advantage, taking a few long moments to smirk and savor your cleverness. Rallying myself, I suddenly lunge at you, surprising you with a kneelift deep into your lower belly. "Anything you can do, I can do better, you sneaky tramp!" I follow it up by grabbing your hair, holding you in place as you're doubled over, and I bring my knee up again, this time slamming it hard into your right tit.
