No

Hidden away from the fight at the side of a couple of cars, Yana’s friends were snickering.

“Oh my God,” said the black-haired Emily. “Yana is kicking her ass.”

Amelia the brunette looked over at the hidden camera equipment. “I can’t believe we didn’t do this ages ago.”

“I wish she would let us join in.”

“No, you remember what she said. She made us promise not to even let Daffney see us. Just watch, Yana has got this.”

Yana tossed the belt aside and advanced on Daffney again. Daffney quickly got to her feet. Her pants weren’t falling down but they were loose. She couldn’t run she had to resist.

Daffney grappled with Yana again in a tangle of limbs. Each girl clinched up and tried to kick each other when they could.

But Yana was already pushing Daffney back. She marched her opponent back until they collided with the hood of the car. Daffney found herself sagging against the hood of the car, her pants now hanging on her hips, her pierced belly button now showing.

Yana threw a straight shot into Daffney’s belly, driving the wind out of her. Daffney sagged against the car in pain, rubbing her side belly. Yana let her drop to her knees.

Once again, Yana had dominated the exchange. Once again, she was getting her ass beaten. Could this get any worse?