Stand you ground, you're not afraid

Confidence is key, so says that motivational poster.

You muster yourself up & approach the Warrior cautiously. Ready to react, you need to be ready for her explosive speed. She steps forward & right, you step oppositely. You circle each other with keen eyes, to anticipate the slightest motion or weakness. Her smiles resemble a lion eyeing down a juicy boar. Muscles ripple under her painted skin, firm tits point straight at you, without realising it you 2 begin to circle closer together. You're daring each other to make the first move. Neither of you flinch, the circle tightens. Your gaze intensifies, the circle tightens. You're almost nose to nose, you see the whites of her eyes. The crowd rises with anticipation. The circling stops as the 2 of you touch foreheads.

"Rookie & Warrior, the lion & the lioness, who's gonna rule this savanna?"

You're within her grasp & she's within yours, you're breathing simultaneously, the crowd is raucous. The Warrior's burning gaze emboldens you so you return it. The 2 of you smiling like lunatics, absolutely strung out on the tension...

A white flash interrupts the moment. She headbutted you square in the nose, quick & hard. When you instinctively raise your hands to hold it, she uses a double leg takedown to put you on your back, before mounting your waist to rain strikes on your head. You see glimpses of her face through the flashing fists, it's exuberant. You're able to deflect some of the blows, & put your weight into pushing the Warrior sideways. Between her legs & on top you throw your fists at her face wildly. When she clinches onto your head & you can't see too well, you redirect your punches into her sides.

"CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! Can a man get in a catfight? Who cares, CATFIGHT!"

For almost a minute the 2 of you are a catball on the mat. Locked together, throwing hands, pulling hair, even biting. Dick & nipples stiffen in the excitement. In a tumble you slide loose & rise to a knee. You stare, for about a second, before clashing chest-to-chest again. Somehow, somewhere in the frantic display, you both tumble to the mat. But by pure luck you come down on top & your heads crash together with a sickening thud. The white flash returns, you're vaguely aware of tumbling onto your side. You groan up to an elbow. You see the Warrior is still on her back, cradling her aching head, oblivious to you.

She down but not out, have to move fast.