I Ain't Your Doll

The Challenge

"You really thinkin' this through baby sis?" He raised his eyebrows questionably, trying to be my obsessive older brother; but he would never turn down a challenge. My brothers instinctly formed a ring around us.
"The first thrust is yours, accept?"
Ever been so caught up in the moment and you don't understand what you are doing? So not what was happening here. My adrenaline was racing! The panic of deadly fights made me just about as happy as I can be. I had never fought Andy, he was 13 years older than me. Then again, no one has ever held him to a challenge. I knew this was going to brutally hard, and I loved it!
But, I still had a tiny shot. I was the youngest. He had experience of almost 30 years of life and I had the knowledge of 9 brothers. As tough as he acted you would never guess he was our weakest. The only thing he had against me was size. And I could use that to my advantage.
"Like I'd turn down a challenge." He smirked and set into a fighting stance. I stood. He frowned. "Baby sis, you gonna get ready?"
"Nah, I don't need to Big Brother. You gonna go?"
He sprinted. Like on your movie and they go in sssssllllloooooowwwww mmmmmmooooooo? Imagine that. Except, it's even slower because, well, my brother eats too many tacos. But you got to hand it to him, he moves faster than it would look like. Because, he nearly pinned me. Nearly. I side stepped and he face planted the sidewalk. My elbow was on his pack. I swung my legs over and grabbed his arms. I twisted than back and smirked. "Bubby, that was to easy." I wimpered, "I wanted a challenge." I pretended to pout.
"I know it was sis." He laughed, again Andy never laughs. He pushed up and flung me off his back with ease. "This will not be." He sprung again. This time, hitting his mark. "I told you so."
"And I told you that this was to easy. Can we please do something more challenging?"
"What do you think this is kindergarten? This is challenging. I've got you pinned down." He raised his fist in triumph. I slid right through the spots were his giant elephant arms used to keep me in place. I twisted swiftly and kneed him in the back.
"My brother, I have used your weakness against you. You. Are. Too. Proud." I kept one knee on his spine and cautiously lifted my foot and pivoted the other. I dug the heel of my black leather biker boots into the soft flesh in the lower back. He began to cringe from the pain. "Give in?"
"Yeah, but I'm taking away your motorcycle." He said attempting to maintain a cense of authoritative pride.
"Try. And die." I throttled my bike and left feeling frigging AWESOME!