That rocked me hard.

Veve, as soon as she determined the proper striking distance, let me have it.

The p*in hasn’t even subsided yet before she gives me a front kick to the gut.

And then a sidekick to guess where... yep... the gut.

And then she gives me a front kick straight to the face.

My head snaps back.

She greets me with a series of elbows. From all angles.

I drop to the ground.

She urges me on.

I foolishly follow her instructions and get back up on my feet only to receive a push kick that brings me back down onto my knees.

“This is ridiculous...” I thought “How could someone so small drop someone so big so efficiently....?”

“Pop!”

I didn’t even get a good answer...

I bet she’s standing over me right now, celebrating her win.

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“Really? This 5’4”, barely even a featherweight, woman, is going to kick my *ss today?”

No sooner had those thoughts materialized in my head when Veve starts with a kick straight to the head.

“Ouch...”

What a way to open a match.

Veve may look like a tiny, helpless, lady but deep down inside lurks the heart of a true fighter. Yeah... she kicks *ss...

I should’ve realized that sooner because she was wearing a legit gi.

She tests her reach with a tentative straight.

It lands on my jaw. It’s a love tap. Knocks me back just a l*ttle.

“Cute...”

I didn’t see the h*ok that followed.