Dean (Nivel 3) mail warning

I’m not here to just lay down. If you want a ragdoll, go buy one at the store.

You look at me and you see a "submissive," right? You think I’m just waiting to worship the ground you walk on? Wrong.

I am slippery, I am fast, and I am incredibly annoying. I’m going to critique your form while you try to grapple me. I’m going to laugh when you miss a grab. I’m going to slap your hand away and tell you that you aren't strong enough to handle me.

Here is the game:

I’m going to push every single one of your buttons. I’m going to poke, prod, and tease until that cool, mask of yours cracks. I want to see the moment you stop trying to win and start trying to hurt me.

I want you angry. I want you frustrated. Because that’s the only way you’re ever going to get me to stop.

What You’re Signing Up For:

If your headlock is loose, I’m going to tell you it feels like a weak hug. If your pin is sloppy, I’m going to wiggle out and ask if you skipped gym day. If you want silence, you’ll have to find a way to physically cut off my air supply.

I might pull your hair. I might tickle your sides. I’m not here to fight fair; I’m here to be a pest.

If you can actually catch me if you can pin me down and use that superior strength to crush the attitude right out of me then, and only then, will you get to be worshipping you think you deserve. But you have to earn it.

So, what's it going to be? Are you going to scroll past because you know you can't handle a brat like me? Or are you going to teach me a lesson I won't forget?