Gathering the strength I fake a straight fist and throw a high kick. I feel the top of my foot connect and see your head snap to the side. The crowd explodes some with cheers and probably more with gasps as your fans see you get throttled by me. Expecting for sure your legs will buckle and go down but then you quickly react and come in close and get the clinch. Frustrated that my best shot of the night was not able to put you down. Neither of us wanting to clinch up again but our bodies have been pushed to the limit. My face clinching with pain as your power fist to my chest starting to set it. Resting my chin on your shoulder, both of our bodies drenched from head to toe. The crowd is going bizerk as they know we are both hurting bad. I glance over and see my BFF Leyla screaming directions to me. My mouth is open as I gasp for air as I shake my head yes to her instruction. My left hand comes up around your neck and starts pulling down. Then I try to ram three knees into your stomach. Grunting after each one as its painful effort but trying hard AF to put you down.