Audiobook Excerpt - Femme Fatale
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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he tried to grab his opponent from behind. The other guy just jerked his arm back and rammed an elbow into that bare belly. It caught him right in the gut. Potbelly boys staggered back, clutching his stomach. What a big bellied oaf! The other fighter turned around and punched him again. He hit poor potbelly, hard in the stomach. The punch drained his air again with a loud off, and he fell, enrolled on the ground, kicking and groaning. You couldn't really call it a fight. It was a belly beating. His opponent mercilessly abused his belly. He knew exactly how to drive the breath out of him with knuckle jobs right in the stomach. He jabbed his fist straight into his gut in mashed his stomach, and the force of it drove him back. He followed that with a two punch combinations straight in the stomach. He folded in half and stood there clutching his belly. He hammered his clenched fist deep into that belly. The wimp doubled over with his mouth open, cradling his belly as he stood there, sucking air. The fighter looked him up and down and sneered, Use soft belly to win. Then he walloped a punch into his belly. The thug bashed his fist against his open belly. When he folded over from that stomach punch, his rivals swung an uppercut under him. It sucked him right in the gut and knocked him back up right from more punishments. He hit that potbelly right where it hurts. The punch drove another satisfying off out of his humiliated belly. He landed a hard uppercut jab high in his stomach. Poor potbelly groaned out loud, smitten with a wicked belly ache. He took the thugs next, belly punch with his gut pushed out. His hands gripped his stomach. His mouth gaped open, but no sound came out. Then he fell to his knees. His opponent served him a swift boot to the belly. He sprawled, arriving and turned on his side, lost in the pain and panic of a belly ache. His opponent gave him a kick in the stomach that spilled him onto his back, arms flung wide. And then he just stumped on his belly.