Erika’s done. We fought hard, and she was wreaking havoc on me—hitting me with brutal, bruising blows, punching me from pillar to post, and not taking much in return. But, when I got the solar plexus shot in—and caught her jaw—the fight was over.
She is TOUGH, and still conscious, fully aware of the agony in her gut as she gasps for breath—and also facing the humiliation of knowing that I won, despite the fact that she was beating my to a pulp until a few seconds ago.
The next fight could be interesting…
