Write Fight #6: From a guy's perspective
The vibrations sang through my whole body. The sound might be beautiful if coming from deep sounding brass bells or if it could be heard at all, for that matter.
As it was, the kick elicited a strangely dull yet sharp sound. The hollow feeling, not unlike striking a xylophone key in the shape of a ball, seemed to lodge in the pit of my stomach. I could only grunt and collapse, hissing as I attempted not to vomit. Vomiting is only manly when you've gotten plastered, and its obvious to your buds, because you're running around acting like a maniacal jackass. Unless the kick severely damaged my sack or there was blood, losing the remnants of my dinner was not an option.
I had to remember how to breathe and also remember that the guys were watching. I couldn't lay there forever. Its not as if I were the first man to take a foot to his cock and balls. All there was left was to get up, breath and walk it off.
I strode over to the guys shaking my legs out and breathing like a runner just finishing a marathon.
"Dude! Your kid's got one hell of a kick! You gonna let her go out for soccer when she's older? Damn!"
Grunt. Breathe. Walk it off. That's how we deal with pain.
As it was, the kick elicited a strangely dull yet sharp sound. The hollow feeling, not unlike striking a xylophone key in the shape of a ball, seemed to lodge in the pit of my stomach. I could only grunt and collapse, hissing as I attempted not to vomit. Vomiting is only manly when you've gotten plastered, and its obvious to your buds, because you're running around acting like a maniacal jackass. Unless the kick severely damaged my sack or there was blood, losing the remnants of my dinner was not an option.
I had to remember how to breathe and also remember that the guys were watching. I couldn't lay there forever. Its not as if I were the first man to take a foot to his cock and balls. All there was left was to get up, breath and walk it off.
I strode over to the guys shaking my legs out and breathing like a runner just finishing a marathon.
"Dude! Your kid's got one hell of a kick! You gonna let her go out for soccer when she's older? Damn!"
Grunt. Breathe. Walk it off. That's how we deal with pain.