She notices. She notices him shift under her grip, movements that only make sense as a way to help her - the sort of movements her dad used to make when she was a little kid and he was teaching her to wrestle, way back before everything went to shit. She notices him roll to take the fall without hurting himself, even before he starts to fall at all.
She notices, and it pisses her off. It makes her feel like she's being patronised, like he's laughing at her. Like he doesn't take her seriously enough to think she's a threat. This sort of crap was fine when it was her dad play-fighting with her as a child, or even training with her as an adult, when they don't want to hurt each other - but here?
No. No, fuck that.
She follows him down to the mat, not trying to pin him - he's twice her size, she doesn't stand a chance of keeping him down that way - but mostly so she can bring her mouth close to his ear and hiss quietly enough for the crowd not to hear. "If you're gonna fight, fucking fight, dipshit. Don't fuck around."
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Date: 2024-01-12 11:28 pm (UTC)She notices, and it pisses her off. It makes her feel like she's being patronised, like he's laughing at her. Like he doesn't take her seriously enough to think she's a threat. This sort of crap was fine when it was her dad play-fighting with her as a child, or even training with her as an adult, when they don't want to hurt each other - but here?
No. No, fuck that.
She follows him down to the mat, not trying to pin him - he's twice her size, she doesn't stand a chance of keeping him down that way - but mostly so she can bring her mouth close to his ear and hiss quietly enough for the crowd not to hear. "If you're gonna fight, fucking fight, dipshit. Don't fuck around."