You scoff at Kevin's words. "What makes you so sure?" You snap back.
Kevin eyes you in surprise, still not sure whether or not to take you seriously, "Because I'm twice your size? Because I'm an all-state wrestler? Because I've taken down guys bigger than you plenty of times?" Kevin smiles back at you waiting to see if you're going to back down.
"Give me a break," you retort, "I've seen you in action, you're definitely not as good as you think you are." You stare Kevin in the eye and keep a perfectly straight face.
"Dude, you're a fuckin' twig!" Kevin replies. "I guarantee that you'll end up with your face in the mat if you and I go at it."
"Alright, Mr. Bigshot, if you're so fuckin' tough, why don't you go ahead and prove it?" This 'tough guy' act is getting easier as you go along. The friendly smile has fallen right off of Kevin's face and has been replaced by an angry stare. It looks like your plan is starting to work.
"Alright, you're seriously starting to piss me off now," Kevin says, taking a step closer to you, "If you're fucking with me, you'd better take it back NOW before this gets ugly." Kevin's deep voice is getting louder as he continues to talk. Your stomach quivers with a mixed feeling of nervousness and excitement, but you can't let it show now, you're almost there!
You take a step towards Kevin to show that you're not afraid and say, "Does it look like I'm fucking with you, bitch?" As soon as the last word leaves your lips, Kevin's eyes widen in rage and his face turns into a vengeful grimace.
Kevin takes one quick step and instantly eliminates the gap between you. Before you have time to react, he grabs your right arm with his left and uses his other arm to spin you around, jolting your arm up and over your head, behind your back. In this position, you are completely unable to move the upper half of your body since his grip is so tight. You flail your left arm a bit but Kevin is already two steps ahead of you. "What the fuck are you trying to do? Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kevin voice booms in your ear and he laughs powerfully as he continues to hold you helplessly in his grasp. "Get on the fuckin' ground, bitch," Kevin barks as he uses his free arm to shove violently into your back, forcing you onto the floor. Kevin's entire body presses into your back while your left arm is now trapped between your stomach and the floor. You struggle to get free to no avail, Kevin's force is completely out of your league. Kevin sees your attempt to flee and lets out a scoffing laugh, "You're not goin' anywhere!" he says.
This action continues for a few moments your until left arm begins to fall asleep under both of your weights. Your right arm as well is beginning to feel very uncomfortable stretched behind your back. You let out a moan of pain and instantly hear Kevin's sneering voice above you, "You done already, pussy?"
(How will you respond?)
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