“Okay sis, I get it. You win, I’ll go back to my room. You and your friends can be as loud as you want.” You pleaded, grabbing your belly as the pain stayed. Your sister didn’t seem to agree. Her evil, confident smirk turned into a scowl, her eyes staring you down, weakening you at your core.
“Oh c’mon, you know I didn’t mean what I said. It was just a dumb blurb, I’m sorry.” You pleaded, but your words seemed to do nothing to her.
“Wow, the bully knows he’s going to lose. How pathetic that he’s going to get beaten up by his sister!” Your crush Jessica said, laughing at your weakness.
“If you think you can just get away with your actions, you’re wrong. I’m not going to let you leave. You came here and started a fight, but I will finish you.” Her cruel smirk returned. “I’m the strongest member of the team, by far. Not only do I lead the team, but I have been doing and dominating ballet and gymnastics since I was six, including intense strength training on my legs and feet. Now with my karate training, there’s no way I can lose.” Melissa said while clawing the carpet with her toes, accentuating her feet. She (and the team as a whole) had actually come back from a really long, hard day of training, so her whole body was still pumped and hot.
“I’m not trying to get away with anything. We’re family, and we stick together. The fact that you haven’t attacked me is proof of that!” You try to bargain with her.
“The reason I haven’t attacked you is because I’m giving you the first blow in this fight.” She said, crushing your hopes of a rational talk. You hesitated, looking away from her eyes and at the giggling cheerleading team. “That’s NOT an option.” She confidently said.
Quickly sprung to action, fearing her reaction, you tried to tackle her. Or punch. You weren’t really sure what exactly to do, and ended up making a goofy, half-hearted punch and tackle, where your forward momentum got in the way of your punch wind up and your overall body position just made being it awkward. Your sister’s extremely quick reflexes weren’t needed, as even a drunk could avoid you.
Tilting her body to the side, she avoided the attack while still remaining very close to you. Lightning fast, she pulled her knee up, smashing it into your stomach with enough force to dent a car. Instantly, you double over in pain, but you receive no respite. She unleashes a powerful uppercut onto your face as you are bent over her knee, dazing you upright and preparing you for a barrage of powerful kicks. She slams her right foot into your ribcage three times, hard. If you were in shape or at least skinny, you would have definitely broken bones. Also, you were saved by the fact that she recoiled her foot and then did the same to your other side using her left foot.
By this point, the cheerleading team was going absolutely mad. The laughter was loud enough to be heard on the other side of the street and the jeers and derisive comments were unending. Seeing your crush laugh at your as your pathetic body was being crushed by your sister, who was in every way superior to you.
Your sister, seeing how you were hardly standing, unleashed a powerful, direct, kick to your midsection. It instantly knocked you flat on your back and your toppling body signaled the end of the fight and your sister’s domination. Melissa, despite being covered head to toe in a massive amount of sweat, showed little signs of fatigue. She had basically knocked around a sandbag while performing some cardio. Trying to fight her, you only gave her a moderate exercise.
Slowly stepping towards you, smiling in triumph at the rest of the team, she stopped in front of you, adopting a power pose. “You disrespect me, and you’ll get what’s coming to you. I don’t care about how old you are or about whatever parents say. As far as you know, I am your MASTER, and you will address me as such.” She said, on one hand trying to humiliate you in front of a bunch of girls, and on the other hand just drunk on power.
“Master, I-“
“Shut up! Did I let you speak? You are NOT allowed to speak unless I let you.” She brought her foot up above your head, the sweat from the physical activity dripping on your face. It was actually really smelly and seemed almost old. It must’ve been mixed with some of the grime from a long day of practice. Her body in general, but her feet especially got really sweaty and stinky during exercise.
“Now, you’re going to experience hell, and all because you were an arrogant bully who thought he could abuse his younger sister.” She said as she lowered her foot with evil intentions.
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