Brittany, thinking she could take on ty in a wrestling match, because, you know, she had thrown down in mosh pits with dudes twice her size. The moment she lunged, it was like trying to tackle a damn brick wall. "What the fuck, you're like a solid chunk of concrete..." she gasped out, half-impressed and half-annoyed that she couldn't get the upper hand. "Didn't know you were hiding all this under your hoodie, you sneaky bastard."
She wasn't about to give up, though. She came at ty again, all gritted teeth and clenched fists, trying to use every trick she had learned. "Son of a bitch, do you secretly do this for a living or what?" she snarled, her ego bruised as she struggled and failed to find a weak spot. There she was getting her ass handed to her, but she'd be damned if she didn't go down without a fight.
