Cammy Moves First

Cammy moved first.

She exploded forward like a missile, her boots skimming the sand—then dropped into a low slide, one leg outstretched.

Her heel slammed squarely up between DK’s legs, heel crushing his heavy nuts like a bat to a baseball

CRRRRACK!!!

The sound echoed like a gunshot.

DK froze mid-motion.

For a full second, he didn’t even breathe.

His jaw hung open. His pupils shrank to pinpricks. His arms hovered stiff in the air like a statue.

Then it hit him.

“HUUUUHHHH—GHK!!?”

It wasn’t a roar. It wasn’t even a scream. It was a broken, strangled choke, like his voice had collapsed halfway out of his throat. His entire torso folded forward, arms cradling his groin in pure survival instinct. His massive legs bent inward, shaking violently. Pathetically staggering forward as he coddled his aching balls.

The crowd erupted from the sight, some cheering wildly, others cringing so hard they nearly fell out of their seats. A few male spectators could be seen clutching themselves in sympathy, grimacing like they had taken the blow.

Meanwhile, the "great" ape was foaming at the edge of his lips, whimpering like a wounded animal trying to stay standing but failing.

Cammy rose from her slide, dusting her gloves with mechanical calm.

“Pathetic,” she muttered.

But Kong was not done. Through sheer primal force, he forced air back into his lungs, sucking breath like a drowning man. His eyes watered uncontrollably, but slowly he straightened up.

The humiliation was clear his pride was screaming even louder than his nerves.

He roared and leapt, high into the air