You, Dirty Fighting

You don't even give John a second to consider what's about to go down. In that moment you felt a mixture of emotions from anger to regret. Every emotion you've ever felt with him, every time he made you feel worthless, every time he would convince you to get back together only to treat you badly all over again, it was all boiling to the surface.

You couldn't hold it back. That fucker was going to get what he deserved and then some. Spurred on by your new found confidence, you forgot all about the size difference. You put everything aside and had only one mission: kicking John's ass.

But if people thought you were going to play fair then boy were they wrong. You've been overtaken by a wave of dominance.

With little more than blinding rage and pure dominance fueling you, you let John approach while goading him with a 'come get me' stare with your hands on your hips, and he took the bait hook, line, and sinker. As expected his ego could not let a little girl threaten his manhood without retaliating. He would soon regret it.

You wound up your right leg as he got close enough and then smashed it forward hoping to catch him directly on the balls.