You Charged At Her

Annie was going to get it. You had been playing her little games from the start, but now you were tired and humiliated. You had to put away this girl. So you do the only thing you could think of at the time. You start running straight at her.

You could see the panic in her eyes. She just stands there, watching you. It feels like everything is going in slow motion. You're confident, she's terrified. Order has finally been restored, and you are mere seconds away from putting this bitch in her place.

That thought only lasted a split second. Annie's mind had comprehended the situation. She had to act, and quick. So she did the only thing she could, the first thing she thought of, fight back. And that fight came in the form of a kick.

Time was still going in slow motion for you. You saw her raise her foot backwards, she had just enough space between herself and the wall to go for a powerful shot. You saw the look of fear turn into a look of determination on her face. She had to land this, and you had to stop her.

You slowed down to a complete halt. That was the plan at least. In actuality, you tried to stop, ended up stumbling and losing your footing, and fell to the ground. Shit, you needed to get back up now.

But before you could follow your inner monologue's advice, you saw it. A socked foot, belonging to an 18-year-old girl, rocketing towards your face. There was no running away. There was no hiding. This was it.

You open your eyes looking up at the ceiling. For a mere split second you had no idea who you were or what you were doing. Fortunately for you, a piece of lint stuck in the inside of your mouth reminded you. You had tasted Annie's sock both figuratively and literally. It felts like you were out for several minutes, but in actuality it was a fraction of a second.

"What a kick on this girl!"

"That HAD to have taken away his will to fight."

"Right where you want him Annie, go for the kill."

From the corner of your eye you could see your opponent's look change from one of shock to a smug satisfied look as she realized you were still conscious and as the comments started coming in from the other women. She knew she had this match won, but she needed to figure out how. You had resigned to that inevitability now and just hoped the ending would be quick and not as humiliating as the rest of the match.

"Oh, but how do I win?"