Turnabout 3

In a shocking turnaround for both of us, my clean shot into Evalyn’s solar plexus ended the fight. A hard punch there, landing just right, and you can’t stand, and it feels like you can’t breathe.

So after I fought Evalyn for about a round and a half, and got brutally dominated for a couple more, as she enjoyed working me over, it’s over. For the moment, I’m hardly feeling the pain—at least for me, when you win the fight, the exhilaration overcomes the pain—but in a few minutes, I will be. And the pain will be with me for days—those are nasty bruises she inflicted. (Grudge fights get you into fights that should have been avoided.)

Discerning observers will note that I look worse in this pic—the previous 2 were older pics, but this one is newly edited and improved. I might go back and redo the others to match.

For some reason, I’ve been enjoying drawing various pics of Evalyn and I in the ring together, despite the obvious mismatch, so there will likely be more pics of us in action, if people want me to share them.