I am whipped into the ropes, too dazed to resist much. My legs are pumping as I try to keep my balance at this breakneck speed and off the ropes I come. Rushing back at my opponent I see her standing there, braced, ready for impact. If it's impact she wants, well who am I to deny her? I leap as I get to her, pointing the soles of my feet and heels toward her chest and chin. I feel contact but it wasn't as high as I had hoped in my still dazed condition. In a flash after contact the resistance disappears and I land hard on my right side. I groan weakly, then roll over to see what happened and delight is the best word I can come up with for what I am feeling. Trish is on the canvas in obvious paid and discomfort. Apparently whatever I hit with my feet took a tremendous blow. I flop to my back, still in a bit of a daze, needing a rest. I slide my feet up almost to my butt, knees up and breathe deeply and slowly, knowing I have a little time. A 147 pound missile just hit its target with laser accuracy!