My kick hits it's target and I hear you let out a light gasp. I know your knee feels it as I feel a full sting in my metatarsal from the bone on bone impact. My eyes remain focused and locked on yours even after I land a damaging blow. My fists still in a defensive position but even though you're a washed up overrated vile bitch you're still experienced and have speed and power. Before my leg can get back on the ground you launch yourself foward and with my focus on your left jabs I don't see your power right and my head is snaps to the side. It is one thing to spar and prepare but the pace of a real fight is much more intense and fast. I here a roar from the crowd and for a very brief second my legs feel weak but I have trained and prepared for this. It's one hard hit. Not a big deal this is a fight and I've been hit harder. Now I lunge foward launching my weaker toned body into yours where I quickly wrap my arms around your upper body clinching us up. Being well versed and trained I know I have to dish out the unexpected to you. My jaw drawn tight and teeth clinched UHHHHFFF UHHFFF throwing up two Muay Thai knees aimed at your abdominal area.
One good hit in and a train of pain is is on its way right behind from where that one came from. My glove, emblazoned with the Colombian flag, deforms your cheek for a split second before it forces your entire face to snap to the side, the sign of a good hit. I pull my fist back, stepping closer to you, winding back with my left fist to prepare for a wicked follow-up, to make a statement early on... but that one doesn't hit much apart from air as you launch forward for a
cowardly clinch with me!
"What's the matter Summer? Can't keep up with my fists?" I taunt as our foreheads press together, exchanging sweat as our toned forms struggle for dominance, muscles bulging as we push and pull, accomplishing nothing for the moment, until you go for those knees to my mid-section!
"Oughh!!!" I let out as I feel the power of your legs behind that knee, slightly folding me to the side as it buries into my well-defined abs. Reacting quickly, knowing you're the one forcing the clinch and likely won't let go, I'm free to do whatever I want with my arms, bringing them down, feeling a second knee strike coming,
"Guhhh!" I groan out a second time, as my arms can't stop the power behind a knee strike in such an awkward position, but what I do manage to do is keep a hold of your leg, wrapping my arms around the back of your knee so you can't pull it back and then I
PUSH forward as you're in one leg!
"Careful on your way down, you nasty puta!".