It feels like a headache is burning inside my head after her forceful stomps to my face. My headache continues to grow while she grinds her foot brutally into my right eye. I try to think fast but I struggle to think while my nose is bleeding and throbbing in pain. A thought darts through my mind, and I ball my available left hand into a fist. I swing my left fist as hard as I can through the air. I am my left fist for the Achilles tendon on her right leg. My fist makes contact, and I try to drive my fist brutally into her Achilles. I hear a loud groan, and she removes her right foot from my face. My right hand is also released. Ronda staggers a few steps away from me.
I roll onto my stomach. I try to push myself onto my hands and knees. I am slow at first while part of my attention is distracted by the pain I feel in my face. I look down at the concrete pavement, and I can see through my left eye a puddle of my own blood forming. My vision in my right eye is blurred and foggy while I struggle to see through the puffy and swelling that builds in my eye. I lift myself onto my knees. I lift my head up, and I can see Ronda stumbling while she tries to shake off the effects of my fist drilling into her Achilles.
I lift myself up to my feet, and I bolt after Ronda. I have both of my hands balled into fists, and they waver at my sides. I want to slam my fists into her face. I want to ruin her face, just like how she tried to tarnish mine with her stomps. Her head spins and she flashes a glance at me while I charge at her. Her eye brows are protruded downwards, and it almost looks like she is scowling at me. I lift my right arm high into the air, and I wind up. I swing my right arm recklessly and I aim my fist for her jaw.
Ronda bends her knees and she skillfully evades my punch by ducking underneath my swinging arm. She side steps to her right, and she positions herself to my left. The momentum from my punch propels me forward and I stumble in my ankle booties. My lower body is exposed, and Ronda delivers a brutal right fist that slams hard into my kidney.
My eyes shoot wide open, and my eyes almost bulge out of my eye sockets when her fist connects with my kidney. It feels like I just got hit by a train. I double over forward, and I continue to stagger on my feet. I lower both my hands, and I grab my left side. I cough and I gasp for air. I struggle to breathe, and it feels like the wind was completely driven out of me. I completely forget about Ronda while my attention is focused on the jarring pain I feel in my side.
I am immediately reminded of Ronda's presence when she delivers a sharp right knee that drives into the point of my jaw. My head whips backwards, and the rest of my body follows the movements of my head. I stumble backwards, and I fall flat on my ass in front of my white Maserati. It feels like I see stars in my eyes, and I black out for a split second. My back and my head rest against the front passenger door. I bit my bottom lip when her knee connected with my face, and my bottom lip is cut open as blood runs from my mouth. I wake up when the back of my head bumps against the front passenger door.
To be continued, and thanks to those who have complimented publicly and privately.
