A cheap shot!

You notice I've left myself completely exposed. You glance down quickly to ready your shot, looking back up when ready. Our arms still locked in struggle, you look me in the eyes and smile, momentarily disarming me. Deciding to make it extra fun, you shoot me a knowing wink, giving me just enough warning to know what's coming, but not enough to do anything to stop it. *WHAM!!* Your knee slams up between my legs, crushing the speedo covered bulge that has been exposed and bouncing this whole time. Maintaining eye contact, my mouth widens in a "O" shape, though only a pathetic whimper actually comes out. My knees shoot together, almost crossing, and my arms go completely limp, held up only by your grip. A collective "OOooohh!" from those watching our match fills the arena, as you hold my swaying and defenseless form up.