In my mind i am thinking * this is it* my knee impacting on the Irish skanks face will clean her out and i will walk away the winner, however you are sufficiently compos mentis to realise what i am up to.
As my knee whistles towards your face you lunge forwards, your arms blocking my leg and then wrapping around it. You drive forwards from your knees and take me clean off my feet onto my back.
I land with an oumpf and my hand comes away from your hair, luckily for me your arms come away from around my leg.
We both scramble away from each other but the desire from both of us to finish the other burns brightly in our eyes.
I climb back up onto my knees, my sweat streaked body covered in sweat, my hair hanging lank across my face, the red lines your nails gouged into my cheek clearly visible.
"C'mon bitch, let's finish this" i hiss as i struggle to my feet, breathing in big gulps, trying to fill my lungs for one last attempt at finishing you.