As my foot comes to rest on the mat again, giving me a basis of balance and support as I look to send you crashing to the mat, my shin stings slightly from the duel impact, once from your heel, and now from your knee. But this is my moment, as as I throw myself forwards, giving you that final shove you need to land on your ass, the crowd erupts, watching as once again Alexa finds herself thrown to the floor in the pit, unable to support herself. The expression on your face tells me everything I need to know though, how pissed off you are with yourself, how pissed you are at me, how taken aback you were by the slickness of my dodge, and the new-found respect for whom you are trapped in this arena with.
As you crash down onto your ass in front of me, I can't help but boast to the crowd every-so-slightly, raising my arms triumphantly as I stare down at you, mocking you as you sit on your ass in the middle of the Pit; "What's the matter, tired already... does little Alexa not like it when the foes fight back!" I tease, putting on an obviously childish voice, imitating a stroppy brat. You, however, don't seem to take the taunt too well, flailing wildly for a second, as you quickly organize your counter-attack, and before I know it, you've sprung yourself on me like a coiled spring released.
Your wrap your arms around my legs, and attempt to spear me into the ground. An effective maneuver, and something I have no counter for as I begin to tumble. I fight the instinct to lock my hands in your mane as we fall, and instead, I fight for ground control, putting my hands out to catch my fall behind me, and rotate me on the way down, ensuring that when we crash, my legs come crashing down onto your face, with my crotch above your head.
