No Chance 14

Liz’s counter uppercut hit incredibly hard—hard enough to daze and hurt me, slow me down for a moment. And that instant’s shock is all the seasoned veteran of the ring needed. Before I could react, she plastered my face with a series of hard, precise straight punches. As she drove me back towards the ropes, her hard leather smashed into my left eye—my nose—my right eye—a few more in the nose and mouth, spreading the blood around—doing the sort of damage that not just stuns a girl, but impeded her ability to fight, even after the shock is cleared off.

Trying to cover up, I’m unable to block anything as she masterfully slips her gloves past and around mine, each blow shocking me more, sending jolts of pain through me. I knew exactly what’s happening—I just can’t react quite fast enough to stop it. My nose filling with blood, the nasty swelling of my right eye getting worse; I’m in deep trouble. This combo pounds into me a knowledge that I can’t win—can’t even hurt her much before she dismantles me. And once a fighter has learned that, it’s true—the fight is over in all but name.

Sure, finishing it may take some time; I’m a stuborn bitch with a granite jaw. More important, she likes to play with her food—and has just been served up with a delicacy. She’s going to savor it, not bolt her food. I’m in for a real beating, and I know it…

This is going to get rough…and end when she decides it’s time, not before.