Stick

Warrior's almost on you by the time you make your decision. You grasp the staff & swing for the fences. Audience 'woos' & ring hand ducks. Your foe hops back out of range. She's perfectly still, doesn't blink, doesn't breathe, just waits. Emboldened by your weapon, you strike forward. She evades & backpedals, never taking her eyes off you. You swing like an axeman, her dodge takes her back in ring. She's on 1 knee. When you poke through ropes, aiming at her (tits) chest, Warrior catches it with a grunt.

"Go down!" you glare.

"Get back!" she glares.

All your muscles push into the stick, all your foe's push back. You're completely even. The audience rumbling grows, anticipating who's gonna break first. When you inhale deep & prepare for another push, your sternum caves. You stop pushing for 1 second, which let's Warrior's staff push you back first into the crowd barrier. It strikes your chest like a knife. Sharp agony runs through you. Your foe simply pushes deeper & deeper into you, through you, you swear you'll hear a crack soon.

My ribs! My heart! My... my...!

With very little volume you cry "I give! I give!"

But the Warrior doesn't stop, not until the official pats her arms & snaps her out of her frenzy. Without her pushing you back, you collapse, hissing painfully, barely aware of your foe's victory screech.

The Last Warrior wins 1 point, & the match, by submission.