Backing you up against a brick wall. I take two very weak punches to my abs which, at this point, I hardly even feel. I put my left forearm across your throat, holding you to the wall. With your arms now hanging limply at your side, I bring back my right fist. I see your open and unguarded solar plexus in front of me, and I know that a blow to that central nerve bundle will leave you incapacitated and unable to move. I throw my punch right at your unguarded plexus, hoping to land it and have you crumble motionless to the ground.