bad girls do it well -- nylon/sinead
Sept 29, 2021 23:21:24 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 29, 2021 23:21:24 GMT -5
Can I count the ways in which I can brutalize this dummy?
Its chest is my punching bag, and I’ve already lost track of how many times I’ve hit it. Left hook. Right hook. Haymaker. Hard chop to the neck. Elbow drop on the top of the skull. Punch it in the throat, hit that pressure point hard! I end it with a loud cry and a spinning roundhouse kick to the side of the head.
If this were a real opponent, they’d be stunned right now, which would make it easier to do this. I vault forward into a handstand and wrap my legs around its neck, bringing it to the ground in a deft, swift motion. It hits the mat, and I twist my thighs, breaking its neck.
Now, if I manage to pull off that move set in the arena? I swear to gawd I’ll get sponsored something great. Maybe a gun. Or fireworks. Water break time though, and I just love that they’ve got flavored waters. Strawberry. Mango. Blackberry. It’s like having a juice but with half the sugars and none of the guilt!
I’ve got an audience too. Oh, I kept track her while I was working out. Never know when someone might try to shank you before the games start. There’s a couple tributes that look like degenerates. Not her though. She’s a lamb. Or a fawn. Or some other kind of baby animal we eat for dinner with mint sauce. Poor thing from twelve didn’t even know how to walk in heels.
Someone should set up one of those charity funds for the less fortunate.
Not me, obviously. But someone.
Still, it’s rude to stare If you’re not going to follow up on it. After wiping my face off with a towel and retying my ponytail, I head over towards the girl. It’s a pity, she’s got the right look for a career but none of the confidence.
I’d say she doesn’t make it past day two.
A tribute like Anarchy would eat her for breakfast in a one on one, and that’s not even bringing the mutts into the equation.
So I walk towards her, and I smile like the wolf in sheep’s clothing that I know I am. This is part of the game too, getting to know the other pieces on the board, even if you’re the only queen in a field of pawns.
“Hiiii, Sinnn right? You okay there hun? You’ve been awfully quiet for someone watching the show.”
I step up next to her and inspect my nails.
Didn’t chip a single one.
“Do they teach you anything useful back where you’re from or are you just going to wing it?”
I blink innocently, something I’m told is a great way to make people think that you’re invested in what they have to say.