Kab-Baddy

In the gritty streets where Harley roams, Harleen Handall, the name she owns. A weekend shift at the corner store, Covering for her folks, she's ready for more.

Four girls stroll in, fueled by booz, one of them decides to shoplift, a bad decision to choose. "Oi P*ki, grab vodka from the top shelf, now!" Harleen stays cool and refuses to bow.

She hands over the bottle with a calm demeanor, But the girl's not satisfied, her actions much meaner. "LET GO, YOU SILLY B*TCH!" she yells and she kicks, Harleen holds tight, using her skills, so slick.

BJJ classes, a contender she'd become, Twisting the girl like a pretzel, getting the job done. The girl's fearless leader defeated, others flee the scene, Harleen sits, locks her up, like a jiu-jitsu queen.

Calling the cops, Harley waits with control, An hour of holding and slapping, it takes it's toll. Word spreads in the northern hood, Harleen's rep solid and understood.

Mo, her brother, sees her in action, Kabaddi's the sport, a new satisfaction. Heroic moves on the pitch, a lethal team player, Harleen's saga continues, as a kabaddi slayer!