Ohh no you didn’t!!!

“Ohh no winch, you did not just call me a b*tch and a liar to my face!! Now You know that’s gonna cost ya!!”

I step up to her and slap her across the face. She looks at me in total ahh…
But then her face turns into this mean ‘Oh- no- you-didn’t-look’.
She comes towards me and tries to slap me to, but I duck and grab her arm. She pinches my other underarm with her free hand. And she really tries to push her nails into my flesh.
I can feel it burning, and I can feel the bacteria entering my body and festering in it. I push out the pain. Not today bitch, today you won’t have me.

I let go of her arm and grab her hair and I pull it down. And like magic she lets go of my arm. Her head is pulled towards the ground, but she doesn’t seem to like it. So she starts kicking me.
Now I’m not a big fan of kicking so I keep hold of her hair, but push her back. I take a couple deep breaths, during which I decide what to do with this peace of crap who’s hair I’m holding. She screams like a cat that got thrown into water and then road over by a truck.

I pull her towards me and she throws her arms around me and starts hitting my back. I let go of her hair and grab her waste. I figured my knee was close enough to her stomach, so I started smashing it into her stomach. I finally stopped doing it, because her nails and her hands constantly hitting and scratching my back was starting to burn a bit and I figured she probably had had enough of my knee hitting her stomach too.

She stepped back and she was breathing heavily, as was I. Apparently cat fighting takes a lot out of you.
Anyway, I looked up at her as I was touching my back, I was bleading…And my grumpy hormonal self, who had been about done with this semi-cat fight, didn’t quite appreciate that.
“You b*atch!!!”I screamed, and ran towards her and started slapping her across the face, pulling her hair and scratching her and punching her, with my fists. She pushed me and tried to slap me to, but I didn’t notice anymore. It had gotten red before my eyes…

The last thing I remembered was her lying on the floor with her nose bleading, and my hands and my face red, and sore from slapping, punching and scratching her…I had broken her nose..

Well that should teach her, don’t mess with me, especially when I ‘m grumpy and hormonal at the same time:)