To an outside observer, it would look like my gambit worked—the two hard punches on Chrissy’s jaw hurt her and sent her to the canvas—possibly a fair exchange for the beating she gave my chest. But, I know it wasn’t as successful as I’d hoped. The punches landed hard—hard enough to knock some people out…but the didn’t land quite perfectly. Sure, she’s dazed and on the ground—but there wasn’t that shock running through my whole body that tells me she’s gonna be OUT.
The way she went down, rolling as she hit the canvas—the way she’s looking up at me—this fight is FAR from over. She’s been beating the heck out of me overall despite my size advantage—and from the look on her face, she plans to resume doing just that when she gets up. I have to hurt her good as soon as she’s back on her feet. LOTS more action to come.
