her leg, pulling it forward with her foot. Successfully, she trips her, and Delilah drops to the ground. However, it isn’t long before she stands back up and is throwing punches. Most of them, Tia somehow blocks, her other senses heightening and the ringing in her ear dulling. There is a large cracking sound, as Delilah gets another hit on her chin and mouth.
She can feel her lip bleed, once more, and realizes, since each punch is hitting her right side, Delilah might be left handed. Tia shifts quietly to the left, hoping to throw Delilah off of her trail. It works momentarily, and Tia is able to avoid another punch.
“Where did you go?” Delilah roars in anger. Her voice just leads Tia closer to her, giving her the upper hand, while she kicks her in the stomach. Delilah doubles over in pain, then grabs hold of Tia’s arm, as she swings to punch Delilah. She bends her arm back, making Tia cry out.
“You aren’t so tough now are you?” Delilah mumbles through her mouth piece.
Tia spins and slams her other arm down on Delilah’s wrist, forcing her to release Tia. Delilah lunges toward her, pushing her to the ground. Not this again.
“They are on the ground now, folks. Who is interested in some mud wrestling?” As the words leave Carmen’s lips, rain pours into the center of the arena, turning the dirt into mud.
Delilah still has Tia pinned in the dirt, throwing punches at her face and missing with every other shot. Tia struggles against Delilah’s one hand, that is currently holding both of hers against the ground. Finally, the rain makes Delilah’s hand slippery, and Tia twists one free to punch Delilah in the side, repeatedly. Delilah finds and grabs the free wrist, with her other hand.
Mud is soaking Tia’s back, as she pushes Delilah off of her and elbows her in the stomach, then punches her in the nose. Tia gets up, not sure where she left Delilah. Tia is nervous and attempts to catch her breath as quietly as she can.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work because next thing she knows, Delilah jumps on her back. One arm is wrapped around Tia’s neck, and both legs are wrapped around her midsection. Delilah uses her extra hand to slap at Tia’s ear, until it bleeds. She tries not to cry out in pain, but devise a plan, that will get her off as quickly as possible.
In a panic, Tia leaps backward, falling hard on top of Delilah, who releases her hold on Tia. The fall knocks the wind out of Tia for a few moments, but soon she is on her feet, unsure of where Delilah is at. When will this be over, already? Tia wonders, as the audience goes silent.
Out of nowhere, Tia feels her feet give way from under her. Delilah trips her and rams Tia to the ground, for the third time. She swiftly kicks and trips Delilah as well. Both girls now lying on their backs, catching their breath. Tia’s ear is screaming with pain, but she doesn’t give up.
Tia forces herself into a crawl, every inch of clothing heavy from the rain water that soaked it. She feels Delilah’s torso with her out-stretched hand and jumps on top of her, starting to punch whatever she can find. Delilah grabs a hold of Tia’s wrist and punches Tia in the throat. She coughs, momentarily, as Delilah flips her over, onto her back.
“You... can’t..... beat.... me,” Delilah says between breaths. Before she can get a punch in, Tia grabs her throat.
“Wanna bet?” Tia muffles between her mouth guard. Then, in one swift movement, she head butts Delilah, causing her to fall on top of Tia. Immediately regretting the decision to do that, a splitting headache erupts. She keeps moving, rolling Delilah on her back again, throwing multiple punches.
“Stop!!” A whistle blows, and Tia stops hitting Delilah, relieved this madness is over. Claire attends to Delilah. “She still has a pulse, but I think she is done for. One more injury, and she is going to need serious medical attention.”
By now the rain is over, and the sun parts the clouds above.
“It
She can feel her lip bleed, once more, and realizes, since each punch is hitting her right side, Delilah might be left handed. Tia shifts quietly to the left, hoping to throw Delilah off of her trail. It works momentarily, and Tia is able to avoid another punch.
“Where did you go?” Delilah roars in anger. Her voice just leads Tia closer to her, giving her the upper hand, while she kicks her in the stomach. Delilah doubles over in pain, then grabs hold of Tia’s arm, as she swings to punch Delilah. She bends her arm back, making Tia cry out.
“You aren’t so tough now are you?” Delilah mumbles through her mouth piece.
Tia spins and slams her other arm down on Delilah’s wrist, forcing her to release Tia. Delilah lunges toward her, pushing her to the ground. Not this again.
“They are on the ground now, folks. Who is interested in some mud wrestling?” As the words leave Carmen’s lips, rain pours into the center of the arena, turning the dirt into mud.
Delilah still has Tia pinned in the dirt, throwing punches at her face and missing with every other shot. Tia struggles against Delilah’s one hand, that is currently holding both of hers against the ground. Finally, the rain makes Delilah’s hand slippery, and Tia twists one free to punch Delilah in the side, repeatedly. Delilah finds and grabs the free wrist, with her other hand.
Mud is soaking Tia’s back, as she pushes Delilah off of her and elbows her in the stomach, then punches her in the nose. Tia gets up, not sure where she left Delilah. Tia is nervous and attempts to catch her breath as quietly as she can.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work because next thing she knows, Delilah jumps on her back. One arm is wrapped around Tia’s neck, and both legs are wrapped around her midsection. Delilah uses her extra hand to slap at Tia’s ear, until it bleeds. She tries not to cry out in pain, but devise a plan, that will get her off as quickly as possible.
In a panic, Tia leaps backward, falling hard on top of Delilah, who releases her hold on Tia. The fall knocks the wind out of Tia for a few moments, but soon she is on her feet, unsure of where Delilah is at. When will this be over, already? Tia wonders, as the audience goes silent.
Out of nowhere, Tia feels her feet give way from under her. Delilah trips her and rams Tia to the ground, for the third time. She swiftly kicks and trips Delilah as well. Both girls now lying on their backs, catching their breath. Tia’s ear is screaming with pain, but she doesn’t give up.
Tia forces herself into a crawl, every inch of clothing heavy from the rain water that soaked it. She feels Delilah’s torso with her out-stretched hand and jumps on top of her, starting to punch whatever she can find. Delilah grabs a hold of Tia’s wrist and punches Tia in the throat. She coughs, momentarily, as Delilah flips her over, onto her back.
“You... can’t..... beat.... me,” Delilah says between breaths. Before she can get a punch in, Tia grabs her throat.
“Wanna bet?” Tia muffles between her mouth guard. Then, in one swift movement, she head butts Delilah, causing her to fall on top of Tia. Immediately regretting the decision to do that, a splitting headache erupts. She keeps moving, rolling Delilah on her back again, throwing multiple punches.
“Stop!!” A whistle blows, and Tia stops hitting Delilah, relieved this madness is over. Claire attends to Delilah. “She still has a pulse, but I think she is done for. One more injury, and she is going to need serious medical attention.”
By now the rain is over, and the sun parts the clouds above.
“It
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