Fresh Meat

He liked that she agreed. Even more that she was confident she could win. Watching as she moved in closer, he'd quickly step back, reaching to grab her wrist and pull. He intended to pull her off balance, sliding his right foot forward to trip her if he could manage that.

She sees you move sideways and her punch hits only air Feeling your hand on my wrist I stop and plant my foot solid on the ground but move my body so that I can still kick at your waist "take this perhaps it will work now" she says confident

The kick would land, knocking Greg back and forcing him to release her. He'd wince a bit, but would quickly dart forward. He didn't want to have her be completely on the offense. When he got close enough, he'd aim to tackle her by the waist. Yet he didn't intend to tackle her to the ground. Instead, he'd lift her up onto his shoulder.

Smiles at the hit lands and decides to step forward and keep up her offense.
She sees you move to tackle her and tries to step aside but is to late and feels the hit "uhhh lucky shot... hey" she yells a bit as she feels her body being lifted and kicks around with her legs

Greg would hold onto her a bit longer before he'd aim to bring her back down in a softened version of the spinebuster. After all, this was a rather hard floor they were fighting on, and he didn't want to injure her or anything. Once he'd brought her down, he'd grab ahold of her towel and stand up, pulling on it. He intended to yank it right off!

She hits your back with her fists but finally gets slammed down. Letting out a grunt as she lands and then feels your hands on her towel "hey watchs it" she says and starts to kick with her foot at your body

Greg would hold on tight to the towel as he felt her kick him. He'd stumble backwards, falling onto his back as he loses his balance. But with his hand on the towel, he was just as likely to rip it off of her. "Hah...ow... you kick like a mule..."

She sees your hand is still on the towel and grabs your hand slowly twisting it.
"how do I say this? oh yeah my towel" she states and moves to get back on her feet and away a few steps to get some distance and regroup

Greg would finally let go, grimacing as he rubs at his wrist. He'd bring himself back up to his feet, smiling over at her. "Something tells me you don't want your towel to come off." He'd chuckle before once again suddenly rushing her. He looked like he was going to go for another tackle, but would instead suddenly bring his right fist up, aiming to plant it into her gut, and hopefully leave her gasping for air.

She looks at you "that is my business" she states and then smiles as she sees you rush forward.
"another tackle so predictable" she says but gets surprised as the fist slams into her stomach and gasps losing her breath "uhhhh"