3rd Class

Round 3, ding ding.

You & your foe start your circular dance around centre-ring. Tiffany is a fun, challenging partner. Collar elbow tie-up, which you win, obviously. She's pushed to her knees for a moment before she swivels behind you with a hammerlock. Normally, the counter is to duck under the attackers arm & reverse the hold. But given Schoolgirl's stature, that's not possible. She can't apply a great deal of ****, so you simply muscle her around with your hammerlocked arm, then snag her in a side headlock.

Again, there's not much **** in the hold, just enough to control the opponent. She pushes at you arm to no avail, but you still retaliate by squeezing down. Tiny pained sigh, nothing significant. A new push at your back, again, to no avail. Dragging her a few steps by the head stops her efforts. A new push at your bum, now that does something. When it turns into a groping massage, that does even more. Tiff chuckles, you chuckle too. Before she gets a rise out of you, you release the headlock & push her into the ropes.

Be ready, the rebound could be anything.

It turns out to be nothing. The Schoolgirl simply hits the ropes & returns to you with a shoulder block. Predictably, she bounces off your chest & splats on her back. Except... she doesn't. She really splats on her shoulders & kips back up. The crowd is impressed, you're taken aback, she's cocky. Even tilts her head & smiles. In that instant, you're seized by a compulsion born out of a failed attempt: knock her down. You take her wrist & whip her into the ropes. She returns without protest & smacks shoulder-to-shoulder again, she falls to her shoulders again, kips back up again, tilts her head & smiles again! Tiffany locks eyes with you & gestures to the ropes.

"You do it" she challenges, without saying a word.

Your compulsion demands you do so. You bend the ropes out, ride the momentum in, cock your shoulder...

"STOP!" she cries, hands outstretched.

You stop. Why? Because she said stop. It's instinct. She said stop so you stopped. Instinct. Even if it leaves you standing still like a doofus, catching a bitch slap.

"Oh ho ho! That's gotta sting, buddy."

It was a deceptively powerful hit. It knocked your jaw sideways & shook your brain in your skull. Amplified by the embarrassment of getting bitch slapped! The audience admonishes you with either 'ooh.' or 'haha.' You know how she looks before you even raise your head, cocky. That compulsion, having been thwarted, turns into fury.