I am continuing the story from the poll celebrity poll. I also added a poll option so you can vote on who you think will win this particular fight. You have the ability to change your vote based on how the fight progresses.
The 3 inch heels on my black leather ankle booties are heard clicking and clacking when I strut across the parking lot. My blue jean shorts hug my hips very tight. My black opaque nylon tights blend in the darkness of the night. However, a streak of shining light runs down my tights when I walk underneath a streetlight. My white short sleeve t shirt fits snug along my upper body, and it almost feels as if it is painted on my upper body. My nipples stab into the fabric of my cotton t shirt.
I hurriedly look around in circles and I wonder if Ronda Rousey is actually going to show up. I see a silhouette in the distance, and I slowly walk across the parking lot. My eyes widen in shock when the silhouette becomes clearer. It is Ronda. I pause and I stare across the parking lot at her. She begins to walk towards me, and she closes the distance between us. Ronda is wearing a black long sleeve under armor shirt with a matching pair of black under armor shorts. She completes her outfit with a pair of black sneakers.
Ronda stands just a few inches in front of me, and her mouth is closed shut. Her face looks determined and her eyes are fixated on my eyes. Her hands are firmly placed on her hips. I try to mimic her appearance just to mock her. I narrow my eyes, and I glare into her eyes. I cock my head slightly to my left, and I place my hands on my hips. I gyrate my hips in a circle and I flaunt my perfectly tight body. I extend my tongue out of my mouth, and I run the tip of my tongue along my lips in a slow motion. I flaunt my amazing tongue and it dances along my lips. I hope that maybe I can distract her just for a moment with my tongue. Who doesn't love to stare at my amazing tongue?
I abruptly stop flicking my tongue, and I stop gyrating my hips. I quickly step forward with my left foot. I raise my right knee, and I try to slam my knee in between her legs. Ronda responds faster than I imagine. She lowers her hands, and I feel her hands slide along my right knee. Her hands capture my right knee. She steps backwards with her left foot, and she twists her hips crisply. She jerks her hips sharply, and she tugs my right knee forward. I scream in shock, and I struggle to balance myself on my left foot. I flail my arms wildly in the air, and I try to grab something to help balance myself. I struggle to find something to grab. I lose my balance and I fall on hard on my back. My hips, and my back slam forcefully into the hard concrete ground. The back of my head ricochets against the ground and I feel disoriented.
She releases my right knee. I lay on my back for a moment and I try to brush off the disoriented effects I feel. Ronda does not give me an opportunity to collect myself, and she harshly slams the sole of her right sneaker into my face. My nose crunches under the force of her stomp, and I hear a cracking sound. The pain I feel in my nose is unbelievable, and blood immediately begins to gush and run out of my nostrils. My nose sits crooked and distorted on my face and it feels like she broke my nose. I black out and I think I see stars for a moment. I am instantly awakened when she slams the sole of her right sneaker into my face again. The point of my nose is crushed underneath her sneaker. The sole of her sneaker grinds into my nose. My head feels like it is throbbing in pain, and the only thing I can see is her sneaker driving into my face.
I lift my hands up, and I try to grab her sneaker. I try to pry her foot off my face. She lifts her right foot off my face. I cover my face with both my hands, and I try to massage my nose. It feels like there is nothing I can do to soothe the pain I feel in my face, and it feels like my nose is broken. I can see the blood on my fingers now as the blood continues to flow. Her right foot quickly kicks my right elbow, and my right arm is extended away from my body. She follows up by rapidly stomping my right hand into the ground with her left foot. I hear awkward cracking sounds in the knuckles of my fingers when her left foot crushes my fingers into the ground. My fingers feel as if they are bending in a painful way while my fingers are crushed under her sneaker. I wince and I cringe in pain. I weakly try to twist and jerk my right arm free but I can't.
She follows up quickly by slamming the heel of her right foot hard into the side of my face. My face rolls to the side, and the left side of my face is buried into the ground. I can feel her heel digging into my face for a few moments. She lifts her heel off my face, and I take a few gasps for air. Her heel then smashes hard into my face, and I can feel the heel of her foot digging painfully into my right eye. My eye begins to puff as it transforms into a swollen purple and blue color.
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.
