No Chance 16

I’m back on my feet, and determined to turn things around—to hurt this bitch and knock her out. But, the tooth-rattling blows have left me dazed and hurt—an easy target for her rapid-fire stinging punches. As I tried to attack, she proceeds to use her fast, punishing jab, snapping my head back again and again, driving that hard 8 ounce glove into my eyes, my lips, and especially my nose. A good half-dozen unanswered jabs, and I’m back near the ropes—my punches easily avoided as she works on getting me into a corner. Worse, there’s still plenty of time left in the round, so there’s no respite coming any time soon—no chance to clear my head or devise a new strategy—all I can do is try to last out the round.

The jabs hurt, sting, and mess up my face, keeping me off balance—but she’s not throwng the power punches that really rattle a girl, and perhaps knock her out—knockiung me out anytime soon is NOT in her plans. She wants to totally destroy me, smash my will to fight, and make me scared to ever fight her again. She loves the look of fear on her opponent’s face, the realization that there’s nothing coming but more pain.

There’s no limit to the number of rounds, either—this fight will only end in a knockout, and we both know who’s going to be knocked out—the main question is how bad I’m going to get worked over before she does grant me the mercy of knocking me out. And Liz is not known for mercy.

I never should have let her goad me into challenging her--that was a BIG mistake. Once I was in the ring, the results were prety much inevitable...