As the (so far) one sided fight continues, her power is really making itself felt. No bruises yet, but her powerful punches keep snapping my head back; she’s been hitting me HARD. But, this time, as she fires an uppercut at me, I snap out a short, hard left hook, trying to smash my glove into her temple and hurt her bad. Her punch lands a split second before mine, hard enough to elicit an audible groan as it feels like my floating ribs are bending under the blow. Although I didn’t make much noise, it told Melissa more than I’d like. She already knows that I’m no slouch—though, from her perspective, it’s only a matter of time until she has me battered into submission.
So, my grunt, this early in the fight, tells her that it wasn’t just another stinging, painful blow, but really hurt—a lot. And that is well worth taking my shot to her head—which lost some power because it was still on the way as her red leather crashed into my ribs.
She definitely got me better than I got her—but at least she’s felt my leather square on. Now to hit her again—and we both know that I’m hitting hard enough that a solid punch could do some good hurt—perhaps a nice bloody nose?
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So, my grunt, this early in the fight, tells her that it wasn’t just another stinging, painful blow, but really hurt—a lot. And that is well worth taking my shot to her head—which lost some power because it was still on the way as her red leather crashed into my ribs.
She definitely got me better than I got her—but at least she’s felt my leather square on. Now to hit her again—and we both know that I’m hitting hard enough that a solid punch could do some good hurt—perhaps a nice bloody nose?
