The Height Advantage

As I meet your grip, it's obvious to everyone that you stand taller than me, and that I made a mistake accepting. You step forward, pulling my lean arms upwards awkwardly, before putting your weight behind your grip and pushing forward and down. I gasp out a soft "Ooww" as my wrists bend backwards from the pressure, and you force me back quickly, my speedo bouncing with each step. You've gained control, but now need to press the advantage.