“DA** she’s FAST!” Melissa and I have been seeking openings for a few seconds, and I see one, snapping a jab at her face—and hers lands first, snapping my head back as she makes mine miss completely. Three more follow—all of hers landing solidly, and only one of mine even manages to glance off her cheek. Not only that, I’ve never felt jabs with that kind of power from anyone even close to her size—or that kind of snap and speed from anyone.
Clearly, I can’t match her in a contest of jabs; she’d cut me to pieces—time to change tactics. Fortunately, it takes more than a few jabs—even ones like here—to do much damage. But, now things are going to get very difficult; if one boxer is significantly better with the left jab, she’s got a major advantage.
Unlike with Nylisha, she hadn’t given me a long-winded monologue; she’s just said, “It’s going to be a fight for about five rounds max, then I’ll just be dominating you—but I won’t knock you out; I’m gonna use you for a punching bag until you give up…still got the guts to fight?”
Of course, I never back down from a challenge once I've decided to fight--me and her, 8 ounce gloves, unlimited rounds...
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Clearly, I can’t match her in a contest of jabs; she’d cut me to pieces—time to change tactics. Fortunately, it takes more than a few jabs—even ones like here—to do much damage. But, now things are going to get very difficult; if one boxer is significantly better with the left jab, she’s got a major advantage.
Unlike with Nylisha, she hadn’t given me a long-winded monologue; she’s just said, “It’s going to be a fight for about five rounds max, then I’ll just be dominating you—but I won’t knock you out; I’m gonna use you for a punching bag until you give up…still got the guts to fight?”
Of course, I never back down from a challenge once I've decided to fight--me and her, 8 ounce gloves, unlimited rounds...
