As I stand over you, the helplessness in your eyes for a second as you are welling up, I know this could be the perfect time to break you right here. I watch as that look flashes into a rage, and you coil your leg up towards you, preparing for some sort of kick. So be it... I'll break you now. As your leg coils up, I launch myself at, you, jumping knees first on top of you, and crushing you beneath your own coiled leg. "You want to fight bitch!?" I hiss, knees digging into your leg as I clench my fists, firing blows down towards your chin relentlessly. "Then why don't you fight!" I demand, throwing blow after blow after blow towards your chin. Heaving with every breath now, exhausted, and staring down at you, I can't help but smirk at you, sitting atop you, having jus brutally assaulted your perky little face.
My eyes lift to the crowd, where Megan is having her own argument with Mishy, and I glance back down at Bridge, "Looks like your GF wants to get her ass kicked even worse than you did..." I smirk, before sitting upright to stare at Megan again, "MEGAN!"I bellow, "BRING ME MY BELT! OR I WON'T STOP!" I hiss, delivering a brutal backhand across Bridgette's face to emphasize my point. Looking back down at my bitch now, "You better hope she doesn't make me wait!" I demand, standing up now, waiting over you, as I go to place my foot over your face.