It's too late...

As the match continues, David's newfound confidence seems to have taken on a mischievous edge. With a smirk on his face, he starts peppering Nadia with a series of weak jabs. While his punches lack power, they land with surprising accuracy against Nadia's dazed form.

Nadia, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, struggles to defend herself effectively. Her movements are slow and sluggish, and she's unable to mount any substantial counterattack. Each of David's jabs further chips away at her remaining resolve.

David's giggles fill the air as he lands another jab, this time on Nadia's shoulder. He can't believe his luck – he's actually getting the upper hand against the once-arrogant bully. He continues to taunt Nadia, his voice laced with a mix of mockery and amusement.

"Hey, Nadia," he says between jabs, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "I've got to admit, getting beat up by a weak nerd like me must be really embarrassing for an athletic goddess like you."

Nadia's attempts to respond are feeble at best. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, and her attempts to defend herself are half-hearted. David's taunts seem to only add to her frustration, but she's unable to muster a comeback.

David's jabs continue to land, and with each one, he amps up the level of sarcasm in his remarks. "Who would've thought, huh? The mighty Nadia, brought down by...me of all people!." He lets out a small chuckle, clearly relishing his role reversal.

Nadia's face flushes with a mix of anger and humiliation, but she's unable to formulate a coherent response. Her body feels heavy, her mind foggy, and David's relentless peppering of weak jabs is sapping what little strength she has left.

With a final, exaggerated jab, David lands one more hit on Nadia's arm, causing her to stumble slightly. He steps back, his confidence on full display. "Well, Nadia, it's been quite the match, hasn't it? Who would've thought I'd be the one making you sweat?"

Nadia glares at him, her breathing labored and her usual arrogance replaced by a begrudging acceptance of defeat. She raises her arms weakly, attempting to defend herself, but her movements are slow and uncoordinated.

The referee watches closely, ready to step in if it becomes clear that Nadia is unable to continue. The gym is abuzz with murmurs and whispers, as the once-unthinkable scenario plays out before them.

David's nerdy facade has all but melted away, replaced by a cheeky grin as he continues to jab at Nadia. With each punch, he's asserting his dominance, reminding her of the tables that have turned.