My momentary glee at hearing you scream in pan is cut short by the knee that causes tears to burst from my eyes. The following head into the wall and knee into the stomach leaves me doubled over, gasping, and dazed. I stagger slightly away, still bent over, using the wall to stay standing as my back turns to you. Meanwhile the crowd goes absolutely ballistic with cheers at the fight, many of them have camera phones out trying to catch as much bare flesh as possible with the lens.