Rather surprised that my little "accidental" swipe of Sandy's breast set her off, wondering if she's angry or if that actually hurt her. Hmmmmmmm . . . but she comes right back, at first looking like she is going to fight fire with fire but then pulls her hand back and makes a fist. I expect her to go to my chest but no! She lifts her arm and goes high toward my face! I snap my left arm up trying to block but I only slow that fist down. Her knuckles sink into my left cheek, snapping my head and dazing me. Apparently she intends to get nasty right from the start - so be it.
I have to back off, shaking my head to clear it, now beyond the playful stage. I take several seconds and pace, seeing my opponent drawing in closer, not wanting to give me any time. I raise my fists in a defensive posture and focus on her nose. I start to snap a straight left toward her face but then drop to my knees, sending my right fist toward my fellow heavyweight's lower belly, looking to wind her right off the bat, also trying to gauge her ability to take pain and punishment.
