Playing Possum

I was taller and curvier than Rikki, but she was stronger and faster. The first time we'd fought she'd beaten me, she'd humiliated me, had her way with me. Now I needed revenge. There was only one catch-I'd have to play dead. At full strength and at full speed, there was no way I could beat Rikki. I'd have to make her think that she was winning and then trick her into exhausting herself. But the redheaded monster was no slouch; one false move and I'd be a goner.
Needless to say, when she hoisted me atop her shoulders and began to spin me around, I started to question the wisdom of my strategy.