The tall brunette still has some fight left in her! After working that knee into the canvas a couple times she manages to fight back, getting free and sending a heel between my legs? REALLY? I let out a yelp and step back slowly and awkwardly, finally getting to the ropes, leaning against them, using them for support. I breathe deeply, trying to gather myself, watching my opponent struggle to get to her feet. As I rest, my anger increases. You're beaten and we both know it and that low blow was uncalled for. I glare at you as you rise, wanting now to punish you even more before finishing you.